The Next Day
As I walk toward the building, the wind blows my skirt, causing it to flutter against my thighs.Oh, fuck.My heart races as I smack the fabric down. The last thing I need is for the entire sidewalk to know I went commando today.
Tripp marches by without saying a word or glancing in my direction. I can’t say I’m disappointed. It’s easier this way and keeps me from rehashing Alexander coming to my rescue. This way, we can brush it under the rug and not draw attention to our relationship.
Relationship. I’m in a relationship with my professor. And I’m not wearing panties.
When I open the door, he walks toward me. Heat floods over my skin, making me sweat. He’s gorgeous. And all mine. And I can’t touch him. It’s both a frustration and so fucking hot.
“Daisy?” He barks in his most annoying superior voice.
“Yes, sir?” The door clangs shut as other students breeze past, not paying any attention to us. Until Heather stops several feet away. Her eyes bore into mine. With her strained relationship with my sister and us growing closer, she hates me more than ever.
“You forgot something in class. You need to keep better track of your personal belongings.” He frowns and shoves a brown paper bag in my direction. “Especially considering you’re planning to go to medical school.”
“I didn’t realize I left anything behind.” The instant his fingers brush mine, the walls of my sex convulse.
His eyes are hard as granite as he leans closer. “Put it in.”
He spins on his heel and marches briskly in the other direction, dismissing me as far as anyone else is concerned.
Put what in? The man has lost his mind. Heather smirks. “You’re such a loser. First, you turn down the only guy who will ever be interested in having sex with you.” She laughs, sending a shiver down my spine. “Even though it was a joke.”
Anger surges through me. The bitch. What did she do? “What’re you talking about?”
“You remember how I said the only person who would ever have sex with you was someone who was paid? We told Tripp we’d pay him $100 to have sex with you. He refused but said he would for $250. It took us two weeks to gather that much money.”
“You’re a bitch.”
“Whoa.” She lunges backward as her mouth drops open. “Kitten has some fangs.”
“You’re jealous because Julia and I are getting along, and she might not need you. Is that what this is all about? Your opinion of me is of no importance to me.” I spin on my heel and stomp to the bathroom. I’d love to smack her across the face. The nerve of the bitch.
After I smack my hand on the door, it flies into the wall. The loud bang causes a couple of students to turn and glare. “Sorry.”
I slip inside and hold the door until it quietly shuts. The brown paper bag crumples as I open the top. A remote-controlled vibrator. My hands shake. He can’t….Put it in.His words were clear.
This is so hot. I shouldn’t. Is anyone else in here? I walk through the bathroom, checking the doors and for feet peeking out from underneath. Nothing. It’s wrong in so many ways. But it’s so right in so many others.
And, what I deserve for sending him a panty-less snapshot before bed last night.
After closing the door to the stall, I slide the vibrator inside my slick sex while stifling a moan. The bathroom door wooshes open, and I forget how to breathe. We’re both getting tossed out on our asses if we get caught. But what a way to go.
When I step out of the stall, Zoe stands in front of the sink with her backside propped against the white porcelain and her arms crossed over her chest. “Why have you been dodging me?”
“I haven’t.” I stumble to a stop and clench the walls of my sex together. I’m going to drop this damn thing on the tile floor and look like a flipping pervert with my hand in my pants sitting on a park bench watching big, boobed women jog.
“What’s with Tripp and you?”
I glance around, ensuring no one else has come inside since I walked in.
“We’re alone.”
I fill her in on what happened at the bar with Julia, her relationship with both her husband and his best friend, and what Heather just told me.
“The fucking cunt. But also, yes, and way to go.” She hugs me as I clench my thighs together. “I’m so proud of you. You stood up to her.” She beams and steps back. “Now, spill the shit about you and a certain someone.”
She folds her arms over her chest again and taps the toe of her shoe on the tile floor. I can’t tell her anything. And certainly not here. Where anyone could walk in and overhear our conversation.