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I lick my suddenly dry lips as I wait for a response. If he can eat me out on his desk, he can talk to me now. I look up at a couple of girls getting out of a cab, both laughing and taking selfies. And for a second, I want to be them. Just a pretty girl, wanting to have fun. No worries, no pressures, just going out to party and have fun. Unfortunately, I’m me, and I do worry.
Fantastic, I guess he has decided to ignore me. I’m ready to email again when my phone vibrates.
Ms. Carter,
You seem determined to ignore my request for Monday. I’m having dinner at Marix if you are available right now. I have a few minutes to explain your work.
Best,
Dean Powers, Ph.D and MBA
The Rice Family Professor of Energy Solutions
Vice Dean and Chair of the Environmental Engineering Department
Barrett School of Engineering
California University
“Shit.” I gulp. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that.
“Hey, wait.” I move toward the cab that the girls exited and knock on the passenger side window.
“Hi.” I wave at the startled cab driver who’s on his phone.
“Sorry,” I say when he rolls down the window. “Can you please wait while I grab my purse? I need a ride down the street.”
He tosses his phone to the passenger seat and leans over. “Make it quick, I’m off in thirty minutes.”
“I’ll be right back.” Spinning, I speed walk toward the house. Maybe I should find Jordan and let him know I’m leaving, but I can always text him. I grab my purse from one of the top kitchen cabinets and zigzag around people as they kind of blur together.
I almost stop to grab a cup of Danny Boy’s punch for the road, but I’m definitely already feeling the first two, so I probably should keep my wits about me since I intend to win this argument.
Fuck Dean Powers. If he thinks giving me a bad grade is going to get rid of me, he’s got another thing coming.
BRETT
“Thank you, I’ll take the check.” Leaning forward for my wallet, I spot Alexandrea marching in.
I hand my American Express card to the server and lean back in the booth watching her, unable to stop myself from smiling. Even from where I sit, I can see her hard nipples in her tight white T-shirt.
I can almost feel her anger all the way to my booth. She’s like a wildcat, ready to claw and scratch her way to the top, and apparently, that means going to battle with me.
But, unfortunately, I’ve worked too hard to play. If it was anyone but a student, I’d engage. As it is, I’ve already crossed the line when I ate out her cunt on my desk. I shift uncomfortably just thinking about her taste, like sweet, ripe peaches.
I reach for the last of my margarita, and my eyes follow hers. She’s searching, then as if she feels me, she turns and glares right at me.
“Here you go.” The server smiles as she gives me back my card. Yet everything has dulled as I bring my drink to my lips. I watch the way she moves, graceful as she points me out to the hostess, then comes toward me, allowing my eyes to feast on the way her full tits move as she approaches.
“Dean Powers,” she huffs, running her hands through her hair, as if it was up and she just put it down. Her cheeks and lips are flushed.
“Sit.” I motion to the other end of the booth.
“Oh, um, can I get you anything?” the server looks confused at her then me.
“No, we’re not staying long, thank you,” I inform her, then hand a wide-eyed Alexandrea my water, waiting until she’s out of earshot.
“Have you been drinking, Ms. Carter?” She has. I can tell.
