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Jennie’s POV

My mouth hangs open as Oliver leads me to the door of the same man who was in my wet dream this morning.

“Oliver, wait…” I say in a cracked voice, holding on to Oliver’s arm to make him slow down, but he keeps on moving.

There is no way I am sitting in a room with both men. One of them is supposed to own my heart, while the other one has completely taken over my body. This is a bad situation to be stuck in.

“What’s wrong?” Oliver asks as he keeps on walking towards the door.

“Can I…I can wait…and I can…” I stumble all over my words without saying anything sensible and Oliver looks at me funny. He raises an eyebrow in confusion. “Babe, you’re acting weird right now,” he says with a small laugh.

Damn it.

He doesn’t even bother to ask if I still wanted to go in with him, instead, he opens the door and leads me through. As we step into the office, I finally release the breath I was holding.

Professor Moreau is not here.

Oh, my goodness. I guess I was panicking over nothing. Why didn’t it cross my mind that this office could have been anyone else’s?

“Let’s sit, the secretary said we can sit here and wait for him,” Oliver says and I take one of the chairs in the room leaving the other to my boyfriend. Once we’re both sitting, I cross my legs and stare at the large mahogany table in the room.

The office is clean and the décor is simple. There isn’t anything personal in the room except the brown suitcase sitting on the floor. There is a white mug holding some pens and pencils.

There are paintings and landscape pictures hanging on the blandly painted wall. This entire place feels like an office belonging to a man with refined taste. It feels nothing like the space a man who fucked me like that would own.

If Professor Moreau owns an office anywhere in this building, I’d expect it to be as erotic as possible. That man exudes sexual confidence. Maybe he’d even have a nude statue in the corner. The older man seems like the kind of man with that kind of exquisite taste.

“You’re acting really skittish baby, I’m worried. Do we need to visit home?” Oliver whispers, and his voice pulls me out of my head.

“No, I’m totally fine. You know I struggle with new things and change.” I whisper back to him, and his eyes scan my face.

“If you say so,” he says and takes my hand to press a kiss to the back of it.

Oliver hasn’t touched me intimately since we got back together. He presses chaste kisses on my face here and there, but he hasn’t properly kissed me. He hasn’t even tried to touch me sensually, and I won’t lie…I’m happy about it.

Whatever he does will be compared to the professor’s touch no matter what, and I’m sorry for him.

“I promise you’re going to love tonight, baby,” he says and I give him my signature close-lipped smile.

The door opens and our heads snap in the direction of the sound. The man who walks in makes my breath catch in my throat. Oh fuck. It’s Professor Moreau.

This is his office after all.

“Sorry I kept you waiting,” he says and I gulp. His beautifully dark eyes land on me, but they don’t stay long. They move away from my face and end up being fixed on my hand. The hand that is still pressed against Oliver’s lips.

Oh no.

I snatch my hand away from my boyfriend’s hold and straighten my back. I avoid looking at any of them as I stare at the floor in guilt. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I acting like I just got caught cheating?

“Oliver Ross, is it?” the professor says in that rich voice that makes my core heat up.

“Yes, sir. I’m Oliver Ross, this is my girlfriend, Jennie.” Oliver introduces me and I lift my eyes, blushing deeply as I see the dark fire in his eyes.

God. I don’t think I would be able make it out of this room without feeling my wetness sliding down my legs. Thank God I wore pants today.

“How may I help you, Mr. Ross?” Professor Moreau asks, leaning back in his seat and undoing the top button of his shirt to show a sliver of skin. I drop my eyes to the floor again.

This is what temptation feels like, isn’t it?

“I have a lot of issues with focusing on my studies, and I really need to pass my courses. I got my future planned and I’m going to marry this beautiful girl, but I need to get this degree,” Oliver starts talking, and the more words he says, the more embarrassed I become.

Oh god. I need today to end, and I actually need it to end right now.

“You seem serious about this enough to reach out for help,” Professor Moreau says and I blush even deeper.

“I’d recommend joining a study group. We have a few of them and making friends with them early can boost your desire to learn,” he says and Oliver nods his head.

“And of course, you need to plan out your day properly. You can’t spend half the day messing around and expect things to magically work out.” Professor Moreau advises and I smile to myself.

The more he talks, the more I pick up the fact that he has an accent. He sounds…Italian. Why does he keep getting increasingly attractive to me?

Oliver’s phone suddenly vibrates and he pulls it out of his pocket, muttering an apology to the professor while I sit frozen.

“Oh, sorry. I planned a date night with this beauty and it’s an emergency” Oliver says with a grin. He gets up, presses a kiss on my head and leaves the room.

I follow his movements with my eyes wide open and my heart pounding in my throat.

He shuts the door behind himself and I gulp, slowly turning my head to the professor, and sure enough, he’s looking at me with those piercing eyes.

I’m fucked.