“No worries, I’ll do it myself. Just ask around and send me the details, please.”
“Okay, honey. Give me some time?”
I smiled to myself. Soon, I would find out where Angela lived, and I was going to go and pay her a visit.
“Oh, and Mom? I’m happy for you. Whoever this guy is, I hope he treats you right.”
She giggled. “Thank you, son. I’m completely sure that he will.”
I hung up the phone. A few minutes later, I got what I wanted, and the search didn’t take me long. I took a quick shower, got changed into a black shirt, slacks and formal shoes, and headed to Angela’s.Chapter Ten
AngelaI found myself at home alone and wondered how I’d gone through the rest of my day. I had another class after this morning, and somehow, I’d acted normal through it, though I ended up skipping lunch at the faculty room because I didn’t think I could act normal around the other professors.
Now that I had privacy, the panic was back.
Fuck! I shouldn’t have done that. What the hell was I thinking?
What would I do if that girl insisted on asking what was up, and he said something to her? If rumors got around, even if he didn’t confirm anything, my reputation would be ruined. I could still lose my job. He’d also said that he wouldn’t be telling anyone, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust him. I’d only made it worse by sucking him off in the classroom, dammit.
If it got out, and the higher ups started asking questions, then one that would go down would still be me. They would take his word over mine, because of his background. I was just some professor that transferred recently; they could decide to cut their losses and dump me, so this wouldn’t make it back to Ben’s parents, or get the school involved and ruin the university’s reputation.
“Ugh,” I groaned to myself, dropping onto my couch, burying my face in my hands. “I can't believe I enjoyed it. And I still have to deal with him in class!”
That was the worst part of it. I would have to see him again, and I didn’t know how I would act when I did, especially in the middle of a lesson. I could hope that he would be considerate enough not to show up but thinking back to the smirk he’d levelled at me before leaving, I didn’t believe that one bit.
He enjoyed messing with me.
“Whatever,” I breathed out after some time. I lowered my hands and stood up. “Just… worry about it later.”
I’d been worrying the whole day, but I was old enough to know that no matter how much I worried, it wouldn’t change anything.
Should I eat something? I wondered. I’d skipped lunch, though I did eat some fruit in the afternoon. I didn’t really feel like eating, though, so I got up and headed to my room. I might as well just go to sleep. I didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, but maybe, after I showered, I could think on what to do about this problem.
Ben was a smart kid. Maybe, when I explained things the right way, he would stop whatever he had planned if there was anything at all.
In my bedroom, I started tugging off my clothes. I wondered if I shouldn’t take a bath instead, because a nice soak always made me feel relaxed. On the other hand, I couldn’t wait to get in bed and go to sleep, so maybe a shower would be better.
I was about to head to the shower; the decision made when I heard a knock on my door. I made a sound of irritation as I grabbed a bathrobe and pulled it on, then went to the door. Still, I was curious. Aside from takeout deliveries, I didn’t get visitors to my doorstep, and today of all days, I wasn’t really in the mood to see anyone. I pulled the door open without checking who it could be and was surprised when I saw Ben on the other side of my door.
Before I could think to ask what he was doing here, or even how he knew where I lived in the first place, he’d pushed his way inside. I backed away when he stepped forward, but he didn’t allow me to move far. With no hesitation, he grabbed me around the waist, his lips slanting over mine in a kiss as he slammed my door shut behind him.
I gasped, eyes wide open as I stared at him, though he was blurry because he was way too close. Ben, not seeming to notice or care about my internal turmoil, whirled us around to press me against my door, tongue sliding between my parted lips, deepening the kiss.
My hands rose up to lay my palms flat on his chest. I planned on pushing him away, so I could ask what he thought he was doing—even though it was very obvious. Then I felt his tongue roll over mine, and his hips rocked forward to press against me. I was startled to feel his erection nudging me through his pants, and instead of pushing him away, my hands clawed at his shirt until I was clutching at the soft fabric. Against my better judgment, my eyes fluttered shut, and I kissed him back, feeling my body light up.