“My family was a little overbearing and my father is very protective of me. I’m the only daughter so he liked to ensure I was safe.”
“Keeping you from going to school seems a little over the top.”
“I got a good education and I studied hard, I lived to read. I had the best teachers money could buy and that’s how I got into college. My father didn’t even know I’d applied. I got in all on my own.” I sat a little higher in the chair, proud of my accomplishments. Could my name have gotten me in especially since my brother went to the same college – possibly? But I didn’t want to think that was the case. I wanted to think it was completely on my own.
“I can barely detect an accent and your writing is better than most in the class. I’ve got to say, I’ve been very impressed with your marks and your essays in the class. You’re one of my best students, Sophia. I’m very proud of you.”
Warmth flooded me as I smiled up at him. I’d spent an insane amount of time perfecting my English knowing one day I’d end up in the United States. “Thank you. I worked hard at it. I suppose you could say I was a nerd myself. I had this dream of coming here, just to see what it is like. I have two brothers who went to school here so I wanted to follow in their footsteps, I guess,” I gave him a cocky grin, “But I just want to do it better.”
Laughing, he nodded. “Well, I think you’re off to a good start. So, two brothers? How old are they and they both came to this school?”
Slowly, I nodded, realizing I may have fucked up. He’d eventually know who I was, I just didn’t want to throw the fact I was a mafia boss’ daughter at him so soon. Maybe if I just kept it flippant, he let it go. “Yeah, two brothers. One is twenty-eight and the other twenty-three. My oldest brother graduated, the youngest one didn’t bother finishing stating that college wasn’t for him.”
Scooping up a forkful of hashbrowns I shoveled them into my mouth. He was right, these were delicious. “So how did I do on that test?”
Zack
Watching her eat, I found I was at odds with myself. She was twenty-one. My student. There were so many things wrong with this situation, but I was having a hard time listening to my brain. It was my dick that was taking the wheel on this situation and to a lesser degree my heart, but I wanted to know her more intimately. Not just the sex, the sex was a given as I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about our night together. But I also wanted to know everything about how she became who she was today. From my current perception of her, she came off as an intelligent, witty, caring and fucking bombshell of a hot woman.
She was perfect in my eyes.
With breakfast finished, I began clearing the table. “Okay, so let’s just say we take a chance on us seeing each other romantically. How in your mind would that work?” Finished cleaning up, I leaned back against the kitchen counter and watched as she rose from the chair and came over to me.
As she drew closer the smell of her shampoo drifted to me. Her scent had lingered on my linen until I’d washed it after our night together. She came to a stop less than a foot from me and placed her palms flat against my chest. “I’m really good at keeping a secret.”
“You are?”
She nodded.
“And what type of relationship are you proposing here? It’s not like we can just hang out on campus or anywhere near where other students would see us.”
A coy smile touched her lips. “We’re not teenagers. We can spend time together without the prying eyes of other people. You have a television, we can just spend time here. Or we can go somewhere further from campus, somewhere no one from school would likely be around. Sneaking around and not getting caught might even be fun.”
“We’re adults.”
“And adults can’t have fun? We were both bookworms and nerds through school. It’s our turn to be a little bad.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me making me unsure if I should laugh or just shake my head at her.
My resolve was shattering. My fight between what was right and wrong became a losing battle. Could this work? We only had a couple more months left in the semester. We’d keep this hidden away until then. After that, she just wouldn’t take my classes. The years she needed a class that I taught someone else could teach it. This could work. It would certainly be frowned upon, but not prohibited.
“You’re crazy.” Despite my words, there was something forbidden and taboo about what she was proposing that was making my dick harden as she stepped closer to me. Or was it just her presence being so damned close to me, while the warmth of her breath teased the side of my neck? I had to grit my teeth to keep from moaning. “What if we wait until you’re done my class?”
“That’s a long time.”
“Two months. Then if there’s still chemistry between us, we can explore it.”
She leaned in further, her lips grazing the size of my neck sending a jolt of desire through me. God, I was losing this battle. But was it a battle I really wanted to win?