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He’s your professor, the freaking dean.I’m not positive on this, because we’re both adults, but I have to think it’s against the rules to have any type of relationship with a professor… And then there’s the whole “he wants me out of his class” thing. Maybe he wants me to drop the class because he’s actually interested. That kiss was amazing.
“Right, Alex, I’m sure that’s it,” I hiss, grabbing my shower gel and quickly washing myself.You have to get Dean Powers out of your head.After a deep, cleansing breath, I let the steam and my coconut shower gel soothe me because there’s no way in hell I’ll ever forget him.
My twin has basically been my personal bodyguard, which is absurd since he’s been having sex for at least three years. Complete double standard for me. Not that I was all that interested in any of the high school guys back home, but Jude would never have allowed it. He got suspended our senior year for fighting with one of his buddies after the guy asked me to a dance. Thankfully, he was the star quarterback in the state, so it was only for a day.
And I love him for wanting to always be there for me, wanting to defend my honor. But come on, I’m almost nineteen. Yet another reason I wanted go out of state. Because no matter who I pick, he’ll always think I deserve better. So, basically, I’d die a virgin.
“Poor Jude.” I bite my bottom lip as I turn off the faucet. If he knew what happened today, how I had a life-changing kiss with my professor…
Absently, I dry myself, nicely fold the towel as I grab my pink silk robe, and peek out the door. Hmm, Miley Cyrus is not playing anymore. I wonder if I could be lucky enough to find that Skylar is gone.
I tiptoe out, then roll my eyes because this is stupid. I live here, at least for the time being. I need to get a lot of reading done. Maybe I’ll order a pizza. That way I can have it for dinner and have the rest for breakfast tomorrow. My mind is already going over the massive amount of work I need to get done. I intend to earn straight A’s. Heaving my monstrosity of a backpack onto my bed, it strikes me that the one thing I could really work on is being more organized. I feel like I never want to throw anything away in case I need it later. Unfortunately, all it does is create a massive amount of disorganization, but hey, no one’s perfect.
I grab my philosophy textbook and sit on the bed. Reaching for my phone to order a pizza, I wonder if I should see if my sister is actually home and might want a slice. The house is quiet, though, and something tells me she won’t. I lean back and contemplate whether I want extra cheese on my pie, locking all thoughts of my hot professor away.
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“We’d love to have you over for dinner,” Mrs. Coolidge coos at me, her hand remaining on my forearm. Her husband stands to her right, laughing with Phil Datson, one of the professors of the Economics Department. The Coolidges are generous donors, so I smile at her—even when her eyes narrow on my lips—then lean back in my chair, bringing my arm with me.
“Actually, how about next week?” Mrs. Coolidge tries again, but fucking other men’s wives is not my thing, even if they don’t care. Well, besides Misty, but we have an arrangement, so I make an exception for her.
“I’m going to get another whiskey. Can I get you anything?” With a smirk, I stand and glance around the lavish hotel banquet room, absently thinking if we spent less time spending money on wining and dining our donors, maybe we wouldn’t need as much money in the first place.
“I’d love another martini.” She licks her fat lips and juts her fake tits out, making my eyes dip to them.
Why do women feel the need to do this to themselves?“Gin or vodka?” I say as my mind drifts to a pair of bee-stung lips that are all natural and taste like sweet pineapple.
“Gin…” Again, she runs a tongue across her bottom lip. I know she thinks it’s enticing, but all I can think of is that she somewhat resembles a lizard. Christ, I should cut myself off. I’m turning mean.
I nod, having zero intention of returning to this table, and make my way to the lavish bar.
“I’ll take a Basil Hayden straight up.” I lean on the bar as the pretty bartender grins and turns for the bottle.
“Make that two.” A woman rubs her chest on my back and glides around next to me.
I raise a brow at her as she rests her elbow on the bar.
“Sorry, I tripped,” Skylar yells over the crappy sound of the music, which sounds muffled amid the loud conversations surrounding us.
“Having fun?” She smiles, her white teeth almost gleaming in the darkening room. They’ve turned the lights down to give it a trendy vibe, I’m assuming. Which is stupid. All we need is one of our decrepit old donors to faceplant…
“Loads.” I straighten as the bartender places the two whiskeys in front of me, and I toss her a twenty.
“Thank you.” I look down at Skylar, and her big blue eyes blink up at me. I should walk away, but to be honest, she’s here, she’s willing, and my cock needs a release.
“Drink up, and let’s get the fuck out of here.” I hand her the whiskey.
“Absolutely. To us.” She clinks my glass, and I frown, almost telling her not to talk. Instead, I shoot the whiskey, letting the burn distract me. Christ, is there anyone else? My eyes trail around the room. Everyone’s blurring together.
“My place?”
She shimmies close to me as her tits touch my chest. I should say no. I’m gonna regret this tomorrow. Instead, I grin and say, “Why not?” I can always have her blow me if she tries to talk too much. That, and I can leave when I’m done. If I have her come back to my place, I’ll have to kick her ass out after I come, and that just breeds hostility.
She reaches for her small clutch. Resting my hand on the base of her back, I escort her through the masses.
“You two have fun.” Belinda, a colleague, laughs and waves as we pass. Skylar smiles, snuggling closer. Again, this all should make me turn and get my own cab, but I already jerked off in the shower to a pair of green eyes and long legs. The thought of going home alone and doing that again is like acknowledging that I’m borderline obsessed with Alexandrea, and that can’t be true.
So Skylar it is. She’s not perfect, but at least she’ll distract me. You get what you get and don’t get upset. Christ, I really am drunk.
