She stared at the screen of her phone for a long moment. I didn’t allow myself to get impatient as I waited for her. Usually, I would have blown up at her already, but something besides impatience was starting to grow in my chest. The excitement I’d felt when I got those sexy texts was back. I didn’t know what I was going to do with it, but it grew steadily in my chest until I had to fist my hands to stop myself from reaching for her.
Finally, finally, she looked up and said, “Yes.”Chapter Eight
AngelaWhy is this happening to me?
I stared at Ben, complete stunned. He could only stand there in front of me, frozen with his own disbelief. His face didn’t have the usual bored, haughty expression that irked me to no end. Instead, there was something new there. He wasn’t smiling, but I could see his eyes bright with excitement, and it made something tremble inside me.
While I’d been curious about who the mystery man was, I now wished I’d never found out. It just had to be one of my students, and of all people, it had to be Ben? This wasn’t even funny. This was a nightmare.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, not sure what I was apologizing for. “Um…”
Dammit, Angela, think!
This student didn’t like me, and I didn’t like him. While it wasn’t what I’d thought of before, I didn’t feel disgusted, and I didn’t do anything illegal, but it was horrifying because he was my student. The school had a policy against professors dating students, especially if they happened to be in your class. If anyone ever found out about those texts and connected them to the both of us, it would be damning.
“You can’t tell the board,” I blurted out, the full scope of the trouble I was in started to sink in for me. A wave of panic washed through mind, and I could feel my body start to tremble.
The worst part of all this was that I knew Ben didn’t like me. He also had a lot of influence within the school. If he brought this forward, the best I could hope for would be to simply lose my job. If this got out it would ruin my reputation, I would have no hope that another school would hire me. I’d be that teacher.
He could ruin me, and all it would take would be a few words to the right people.
Dammit! Jason was right; I shouldn’t have tried messing with this kid.
My eyes focused back on him, and I tried not to cringe at the way he stared at me with arched eyebrows and a devious look like he knew he had my future in the palm of his hand. I had a feeling he was used to being above everyone else with his privileged background.
“I don’t know what you mean by that, professor,” he said smoothly.
I scowled. “This isn’t something to joke about, Ben. I’ll get rid of the messages; you do the same. As far as anyone cares, none of this ever happened.”
He smiled, eyes running up and down my body lasciviously. “Now, professor, who says I want to forget this happened? I’ve been wondering who it was, and now that I know, I’m not going just to let it go.”
My lips pursed, though I wasn’t sure how to feel. Irritated maybe? With the way he was looking at me, I knew he had one thing in his mind, in particular.
“You don’t have to worry,” he said softly, as if to a frightened animal he wanted to soothe. “I won't tell a soul, Angela. Can I call you Angela? But, you see, I’m hard. I’ve been looking for you to relieve me.”
My eyes dropped to his crotch, and I was surprised to realize that he actually was hard. The bulge was very obvious beneath his tight jeans. I had teased about it in the texts, but he was surprisingly big. In spite of myself, I could feel my heart start to pound and my mouth water.
“Come on, professor,” he murmured, as he took a step closer. “You already have one promise you haven’t fulfilled yet. You promised to spank me, and I waited for you. We can't do that right now, but I want you to get me off. Just like you described in your text.”
He held the phone up, then set it down on the desk. Then, he raised his hand and tugged me out from behind the desk, before he put both hands on my shoulders. He nudged gently, not a push, more of a suggestion. My body moved almost on its own as I went down on my knees, which brought me to eye-level with his erection.
“We’re in the classroom,” I croaked, my gaze steady on that hard bulge so close to my mouth now.