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“I didn’t know I was supposed to.” He huffs out what I think is a little laugh and wiggles his finger at me, gesturing for me to follow him. I do as he says, my feet moving without my brain comprehending.
I’ve never been to his office. We’ve only ever met in the lab. Silly as it sounds, it seems more intimate. Even worse, I can’t stop my brain from wondering what it would be like if he would just lean down and kiss me. Again, I’m left editing my thoughts as I join Dr. Jameson on the walk toward his office.
ChapterFive
Kellan
It’srisky asking Rebecca to come back to my office. The only reason I came back this evening was because I thought she’d gone home. Being around her is starting to wear on me. I’m getting weaker and weaker to my urges. All I can think about is ripping her clothes off and throwing her onto the lab table so that I can taste every inch of her, pleasing her until she begs me to stop.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone. I’m not sure I like it.
“Here we are.” I’m glad I spend so little time in my office; so clean it nearly gleams. “And this is my prized possession.” I tap my Nespresso machine.
“I didn’t know you were so into coffee.” Rebecca’s hands slide into her pockets as she moves in for a closer look. She smells amazing. That amber scent is enough to drive me fucking crazy.
“Now you do.” I wish my tone weren’t so curt, but the truth is that I don’t know how to talk to a woman I'mthisinterested in.
Whoa. I just admitted it to myself.
“You should try it.” I reach into my cabinet and pull down a clean mug. I fill the container from my water container and load the basket with my favorite blend. But when I hit the button up top, it makes a strange sound. “What the hell?”
I tap the side of the machine, but still, nothing happens. “Is it supposed to do that?” Rebecca scrunches up her cute little nose.
“No. It’s not.” I know it’s silly, but panic floods me. This is my go-to every morning. It’s sometimes the only thing that gets me out of bed when I’ve spent a solid week in the lab with no breaks. Well, lately, something else has been even more of a magnet…Rebecca.
“Dammit!” I hit the machine a little harder, and it stops working altogether. “Piece of shit.” I run a hand through my hair. When I turn to face Rebecca to apologize, she’s covering her mouth with her hand. When she moves it away, I see she’s smiling.
“Looks like I’ll never know.” A little laugh escapes her mouth. Her radiance is nearly indescribable. The woman glows from within. Even with her hair piled on her head, clad in a shirt that half of campus owns, she stands out. Her beauty is unprecedented. “How about I buy you a deli coffee?”
Now I’m the one that scrunches up my nose. “I don’t think so.”
“Come on, you coffee snob. It’s not even that bad.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” I cross my arms over my chest, still pissed about my machine shitting the bed.
“Come on, Dr. Jameson.” She tilts her head to the side, showing off her delicate neck. “Live a little.” She shrugs, still smiling. Christ, it almost feels like she’s flirting with me. My cock twitches in my pants as I recall all the dirty fantasies I’ve been having about the curvy student—fantasies I’ve been working my ass off to suppress.
“Fine.” I roll my eyes, not knowing what’s come over me. “I suppose I’m going to need some coffee if we’re pulling an all-nighter.”
“That’s the spirit.” She wags her eyebrows, and dammit, I find myself smiling at her cheekiness.
I grab my keys, lock the lab behind me, and we head out the building’s front door. When I go toward the parking lot, Rebecca stops me. “You’re driving?” My car keys jingle in my hand.
“I thought about it.”
“It’s so close, and it’s gorgeous out. We should walk. That’ll help wake us up, too.”
It’s not an unattractive idea, walking in the dark with Rebecca by my side. Besides, I’ve actually read a study that when you walk with someone—or do anything physical where you’re mirroring each other’s actions—it puts you in the same headspace, instantly bonding you.
Cause that’s what I need, to bond with the woman I can’t stop having sexual thoughts about.
“Sure,” I say, unable to stop myself. “I can’t tell you the last time I walked off-campus.”
“That’s a reason in and of itself.” She brushes a stray strand of hair away from her face.
We head down the path toward the tiny deli I remember visiting often when I first took the position at the University. “I haven’t been here in like five years.”
“Seriously?” Her head darts toward me. “They have amazing sandwiches.”
