Page 46 of Bless My Heart

Now that I’ve got Hazel right where I want her, I calm down on the crazy and don’t show up at her office hours when I don’t actually need help.

And she’s finally letting me come over to her apartment after classes again.

It seems like now that she’s had me, she can’t get enough. She almost jumps on me every time I walk through the door, but you won’t find me complaining. I’ll gladly give her what she wants and then some.

It’s getting harder and harder to sit in her class during the week. All I can picture is her underneath me, on top of me, or on her knees in front of me. Which, let me tell you, is a sight that won’t leave my mind any time soon.

I want to do something special with Hazel. I love fucking her into oblivion every night and then ordering food while we watch her reality TV shows, but I want to take her out. I want to show her what it will be like when I don’t have to be her dirty little secret. It’s kind of hot, actually. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to treat her like the queen she is.

So one Friday, I wait for the lecture hall to empty before taking the stairs down to the front of the room.

“Mr. Mitchell,” she says without looking up from her things. She always knows it’s me.

“Doc, let me take you out tonight.” Her head flies up to finally make eye contact with me.

“Wes … you know we can’t.”

“Yes, we can. I’ll pick you up, and I’ll take you to a nearby town. We don’t have to stay in Brunswick. No one will see us. No one will know who we are. Hell, I’ll even throw a burlap sack over your head while we drive so no one knows it’s you in my Jeep.” She can’t hold back her laughter anymore.

She chews on her bottom lip while she debates what to say to me. It’s rude, really, because I should be the one biting on that lower lip.

“Alright, but we have to go somewhere where no one knows us.”

“Got it. I’ll pick you up at seven.” She nods her head. “Oh, and wear that little black dress I love so much.”

“Ok.” She doesn’t argue because she knows exactly which one I’m talking about. She was going through her closet the other night, saying she doesn’t have any clothes and blah blah blah, like women do. Then she threw this slinky little dress on the bed, and I immediately made her try it on for me. The dress didn’t stay on long that night, but tonight, I want her in it all night.

I leave the lecture hall and start scouring the Internet for restaurants in nearby towns until I land on the perfect little Italian restaurant about forty-five minutes from Brunswick. Luckily, I’m able to get us a reservation.

I don’t have a lot of dressy clothes here with me in Brunswick because I left most of them back in Atlanta at my parents’ house. But they made me bring a few things with me, just in case. That’s the thing about my mom. She always wants to be prepared, which means Stella and I are always prepared.

I decide on gray dress pants and a black button-down shirt. It’s November in South Georgia, which means it gets chilly in the mornings and evenings but stays warm during the day. So, I roll my sleeves up, slide on my black dress shoes, and run my hands through my hair. Yep, that’ll do.

I give myself enough time to stop at the store to grab flowers for Hazel before heading to her apartment. At exactly seven, I’m knocking on her door, ready to see her in that dress.

She opens the door, and I almost have to grab my dick to stop him from tenting my pants right here, right now. Jesus, does she know how to pack a punch.

Her hair has gotten longer since I first met her, but the purple is still there, peeking out at me. She’s done up her curls again and put on more makeup than she usually wears, her blue eyes sparkling behind long lashes.

My eyes rake down her body and take in the glory of her dress. It’s tight. Really tight. But it hugs every single curve she has.

“Oh, Jesus. I don’t know if I’m going to make it out tonight with you looking like that.”

“Well, you have to. I didn’t get all dressed up to stay at home.” She laughs and lets me into her apartment.

I hand her the flowers. “These are beautiful. Thank you.” She puts them in a vase and slips on her black heels. I know she hates wearing heels, so I’m grateful wore them for me tonight.

When she’s ready to go, I grab her face and bring her lips to mine. Every time I kiss her, it feels like the first time.

I walk her down to my Jeep and help her in.

“Where’s my burlap sack?”

“Oh, it’s just back here,” I say, reaching behind her seat.

“I’m kidding,” she says, laughing.

“Well, that’s good because I have no plans of hiding your beautiful face tonight.”