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He was saved from expounding by a very tired looking Emma coming through the back door into the kitchen. She dropped her too-heavy backpack to the floor with a thud before collapsing into the only empty chair with a sigh.
Not only had she not greeted them, but she wasn't even making eye contact with him.
Something was wrong.
Jaxson pushed his chair back from the table and patted his lap. "Come here, sweetheart. You look like you need a hug."
Tears sprang to her eyes as she continued to look down at her wringing hands in her lap.
Something was very wrong.
"Emma." When she glanced up briefly, he saw the confusion in her eyes. She needed his help. "My lap. Now." It was an order and it worked.
She moved slowly, but she moved. The second he wrapped his arms around her, she dissolved into a sobbing mess, crying on his shoulder. He caught Chase's confused expression. The table went silent, waiting for Emma to stop crying. The sound of her sniffling permeated the otherwise quiet space as she slowly calmed.
Jax reached for a paper napkin on the table from the previous night's take-out Chinese. He held it up to Emma's nose. "Blow for me, baby." He used the edge of the napkin to dry the smearing mascara before pressing her for answers. "Now, who the hell upset you? I need names. Chase and I will kick their ass."
That at least got a wane smile from their curvy grad student. It didn't last long. "I don't think kicking the head of the department's ass is a good idea."
"What did he do?" Chase prodded her this time.
He noticed a flash of guilt just before she glanced away. He scooped up a spoonful of Frosted Flakes and held it to her mouth to feed her. Only after she'd eaten three bites did he continue.
"Chase asked a question, Emma. What did your professor do?" It was his Dom voice. He knew the entire house of roommates was watching the D/s dynamics of his relationship with Emma play out with fascination.
"He sat in on the class I taught today."
"And..."
"And, I wasn't as prepared as I should have been."
"And..."
"And, nothing. That's all."
He watched her closely. "Don't lie to me. What are you not telling me?"
Her eyes widened and he knew he'd been right. She had held something back.
"He has pictures."
"Of?"
"Us." It was a whisper under her breath.
"Okay. So?"
"So... there are security cameras... in places... I didn't know..." She was blushing beet red.
Her eyes glanced around the room at her roommates before returning to his. She was panicked which meant her professor had photos of them having sex in her office.
"I see. And what does he plan on doing with said pictures?"
Her tears were back, accompanied by a healthy dose of regret. "He knows who you are."
That wasn't an answer to the question he'd asked, but it gave him a good idea of how the rest of the conversation had gone. It dawned on him he should be concerned about the photos going public, but in that moment he was more worried about what it would mean for Emma and her TA job.
"Did he fire you or threaten to go public?"
