She nods. “Yes.”
“I see,” I growl under my breath. Those need to be gone. “I need to get to a meeting.”
“Okay.”
I clasp her face and stare into her eyes. “I was serious earlier.”
“About?”
“Us.”
Her brow furrows in that adorable way of hers. “What about us?”
“We’ll talk about it tonight.” I step back and adjust my pants as I redress. “Take an Uber, and I’ll pick you up after work.”
“I’ll be at the shelter, not the café.”
“Sorry.” I shrug. “I always think of the shelter as also being your work.”
“Yeah.” She straightens her skirt and snatches the vibrator off my desk, stuffing it into her backpack. “It does feel like my job. Sometimes….” She pauses and looks at the clock. “Shit. I didn’t realize it was so late. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tonight.”
Before she can spin away, I cup her cheek and rub my thumb over her lips. “Tell me if anything we do ever makes you feel cheap. That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.”
“Not at all.” She sucks my thumb between her lips and nibbles on the end. “I love when you’re filthy or sweet. It doesn’t matter which one it is.” Her eyes widen as if she realizes what she said and is afraid I’m going to run.
Baby, you have no complaints from me. Love me all you want. I kiss her lips and open the door.
“Your grades are suffering. If you don’t take things seriously, you’ll never get into medical school.”
Her eyes flash. “Don’t threaten me.” She marches into the hallway and stops short when she sees Heather.
“I can’t wait to tell Daniel that you’re failing again.”
“Stuff it, Heather.” Daisy raises her head high and walks away like the queen she is. That’s my love. She’s stronger than she even knows.
“Professor Taylor?”
“Yes, Heather.” I drag my gaze from Daisy. “What can I help you with?”
She clutches my bicep. “I need private tutoring. I’m struggling with calculus, and I think if you pay special attention to me. I’ll understand it all.” She steps into me and whispers into my ear, “If you know what I mean.”
“Yes.” I shift away from her, effectively putting a barrier between us. “I understand what you mean. Let me call the tutoring lab and set up a private session for you.”
“With you?” She licks her lips and shoves her tits in my face as Daisy glances over her shoulder at us.
“No.” I shake my head and take two steps away from her because the first barrier apparently didn’t sink in. “I’m unavailable for private sessions. But the graduate students in the lab will be eager to help you.”
“But I want you to be eager to help me.” She pokes out her bottom lip. “Don’t you want to help me?” She rushes forward to eliminate the space between us and runs her index finger along the buttons of my shirt.
I fist her hand and shove it away. “I’m not for sale.”
“Asshole.” Her eyes flash as she spins on her heel and sways her ass as her shoes click on the floor.
Lord, that’s a bullet I’m glad I dodged. I’ve not always been known for good picking skills. But this time. This time, I chose right. And it’s time Daisy finds out how serious I am about us.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Daisy