“I love saying it,” I admit. The smile returns to his face. As nice as this is, I know we’re playing with fire, and I’m going to be the one that gets burned. Nathan's moods can shift like the wind. I’m not sure if I have what it takes to hold his interest. He’s in a league of his own.
I’m in way over my head when it comes to him.
seven
DR. NATHAN AMHERST
Everything is good now.Kayla is at her desk. I am at my desk. There’s no one else around. No murmurs of resignations. I take a sip of my black coffee and smile at my computer screen. Even my research is coming together. I dig into the new calculations that Kayla sent over yesterday, and the morning slips by.
Around lunch time, a growling noise interrupts me. I look around to see what animal has slipped into my office by accident, but there’s no one here but Kayla and me. Kayla looks flushed, though.
“Did you see something?” I pick up a textbook. It’s not the greatest weapon but it’ll do for anything that could get by Rachel, our secretary. It’s not like this is the zoology department.
“It’s me.” Kayla glances down at her lap.
“You brought a pet?” When did that happen? I get to my feet and walk over to Kayla’s desk, but her lap is empty.
“No. It’s my stomach.” She tries to shoo me away. “But I’m fine. Really.”
I let the textbook drop onto her desk. “Your stomach is so noisy that it sounds like a wild animal got loose but you’re fine. Really?”
She blushes harder, and I have to avert my eyes before I attack her. The contrast of the red against her golden skin with her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders like a midnight waterfall makes my gut clench and my dick harden. I need a minute. I snatch the textbook up and return to the relative safety of my desk. In my desk drawer, I find the menu of the Thai takeout place I like and wave it in the air. “What do you want to eat?”
“Pad thai sounds good.”
“Protein?”
“Pork.”
I make a note of it and grab my phone to call in the order when Kayla stands up and stretches. She’s wearing another one of those silky tops that hugs all her curves. My mouth goes dry. Food doesn’t seem interesting anymore. Instead, I’m hungry for her. It’d be very easy to clear my desk off, lay her down on the surface, and fuck her until we’re both sweaty and too tired to move. In the dark of the elevator, I didn’t get to see her body. I only felt it. Here I could open the shades, let the sunlight flood the room, and examine her glorious body in full bright detail.
I lick my lips. I could weigh the heft of her tits in my palms, measure the depth of her cunt with my fingers. The sunlight would create maps on her skin that would change every time she writhed from my touch. Every moment would create a new discovery.
I grab my throat and squeeze tight until there’s no air inside of my head to give space to these damn fantasies. I can’t stay in here alone with her another minute or my cock will be inside of her. Then she’ll talk about resigning, and everything will be bad again.
I stand up, throw on my coat, and head for the door.
“Oh, are we going out? Let me grab my jacket.” She hops over to the corner and is back by my side before I can tell her no. I rub a frustrated hand across my forehead. Fine. If she wants to come with me, I’ll allow it. We’ll be outside and around other people. The risk is low. It exists, because she’s hot as fuck in her work clothes, and my dick is in a semi hard state at all times when she’s near, but I should be able to control myself. It’s a good thing it’s winter and I can cover up with my long coats or everyone would get a good view of the chub in my pants. I nod abruptly and lead the way. The Thai place is a short ten-minute walk from campus. Kayla attempts to start a conversation but lapses into silence halfway to the restaurant when she realizes that I’m not going to respond. It’s dickish, but it’s either remain silent or tell her in graphic detail how I want to spread her legs and feast on her cunt until she creams a bucket load of cum on my tongue. Even someone as dense as I am knows that’s not allowed.
The restaurant is full of Christmas decorations and customers. A song about Santa assaults our ears as we fall into line.
Kayla claps her hands. “I love Christmas, don’t you?”
I didn’t before but I do now.“It’s my favorite holiday of the year.”
“What’s your favorite Christmas song?”
“There are so many,” I lie. Do I even know one? The Jingle Bells song is about the only tune I can recall at the moment.
“I like the traditional ones like O Holy Night and The Little Drummer Boy, but not gonna lie, Mariah Carey’s song always gets me in the mood.”
Somehow I don’t think the mood she’s talking about is sex, but my brain files all these tidbits away. “What about decorations?” I point above our head at the tinsel dangling from the ceiling.
“Snowmen and reindeer are my faves. You?”
“Same. Love snow and deer.”
“You know reindeer are real, right? They’re a species of caribou. When I was a girl, my dad would always put out this granola mix that he called reindeer food before we went to bed and when I would get up in the morning the food would be gone. He’d say that Santa had visited and that’s why there were so many presents under the tree Christmas morning.” A sad little smile touches her lips.