Rachael was already long gone, flirting with some guy with piercings and tattoos and what appeared to be a bad attitude. I sat on a bar stool, drinking my third martini and imagining my college life. It was going to be hard, but it would be so worth it in the end. I would be a nurse. I would help people. After my mom died, it was everything I ever wanted to do.“Want to buy me a drink?” he had asked. I turned slightly on my stool to get a better look at the forward jerk. My breath left me instantly. Wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, his tanned arms were on display. The linen was so thin I could almost make out the skin beneath. He was absolutely gorgeous. I could faintly make out a tattoo on his muscular forearm, but it disappeared in to his shirt.Despite his gorgeous appearance, I couldn’t get over the brazen assumption he’d made. I rolled my eyes. “Why would I buy you a drink?”He smiled, showing off perfect pearly whites. “I’d offer to buy you a d
Heat crept up to my cheeks and my eyes scanned everywhere but him. Not many people hoped they’d wake up the next morning and their 10 would be a 3, but I had. I seriously couldn’t handle the situation. I’d remembered him as a 10, but he was actually a 20. Way too hot to handle. I had things to do today! I had to be at school, but this brilliantly sexy guy was holding my black lace panties and all I could think was how I wanted to jump all over him.“Yes,” I said, coughing to get control of my faculties. “As a matter of fact I am looking for those. I’m running late.” I tried to convey that I was in no mood for shenanigans, but I failed. My head hurt from bathing my brain in too much tequila, I’m sure I smelled like it too, and I generally felt gross. Still, I wanted to rip that sheet from his hands and crawl back to bed with him.I reached for my thong, only to have Mr. No Name pull back playfully. I glared. If I was going to go to my first day of school hungover and smelling like it,
I was a woman possessed as I followed him out of the room, up a flight of stairs, and down a dimly lit hallway. He opened a door and entered an office—his office. Because he was a professor. My professor. When he shut the door, complete silence engulfed us for, oh, about 2.5 seconds. I broke it with my indignant voice.“You’ve seen him around campus?” I yelled, repeating what he’d said to me that very morning, just a few hours before.“I suppose we’re a little bit closer than that,” he remarked, a smirk on his lips.Whatever, Professor Khan,” I spat, doing my best to keep from clawing his eyes out—or his shirt off; whichever, I couldn’t seem to keep the two separated at the moment. I was furiously angry at him, sure, but with his dark blue eyes practically twinkling, I still had to keep my legs pressed tight together.“I prefer it if my sexual partners call me by my first name, Foster.”Foster—ahem, Professor Khan—leaned casually against his desk. Arms folded, he eyed me with as much
Ellen’s voice was more effective than cold water. I jumped, nearly banging my head against Foster’s. Suddenly everything that I’d just done with Foster came rushing back to me. Shame instead of pleasure. Humiliation instead of joy. I could not believe what I’d just done.With cool precision, Foster slid out of me and buttoned up his pants and shirt. He adjusted the tie that only minutes before I’d mussed. I watched horrified as he made his way to the door. He opened it a crack, smiled, and said, “In a few moments, Ellen, I’m finishing up with another student.” Finishing up with another student? I felt like raw meat, used and abused. He’d definitely finished with me, all right.“If it’s cool with you I’ll come tomorrow,” Ellen replied, her voice muffled by the door. “I’m running late for my next class. Thanks Professor!”“Any time.” Foster closed the door and ambled back to me, smiling. “Where were we?” I gaped at him, too furious to say anything. Scrambling to get off his desk, I reac
Foster returned his gaze to his menu, like I wasn’t hovering over his table completely pissed off. It was one thing to avoid a person, and another entirely to pretend they didn’t exist. I wasn’t pretending what we’d done hadn’t happened, I was just choosing it avoid it.“What are you doing?” I asked.Foster looked up at me again. “I’m on a date, Miss Starling. Did you need something?”A date? I muttered something incoherent, then stumbled back to my seat. Of course he was on a date. I sat back in the cushy, leather booth just as the appetizers arrived.“So?” Rachael pressed. “What did he say?”“He’s on a date,” I replied, confusion seeping from my tongue. It made sense on just about every level for my professor, a man whose only contact with me should have been in the classroom, to be on a date with a woman who wasn’t me. But inside, where my cells were being made and my blood was pumping, it felt wrong.I felt wrong.I picked up a fry and chewed it with enough force to make myself fe
“I don’t have much time,” Foster said.“So hurry then,” I replied. I realized that my reply meant I was effectively sealing my fate, but I’d already sealed it much earlier. I’d sealed it when I’d internally sagged with relief when he’d said his date wasn’t a date. I’d sealed it when I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off him my entire dinner. I’d sealed it the minute he’d kissed me and I’d realized I needed it more than I needed air.I said I’d avoided Foster like the plague that week, but maybe I’d already caught him. I was infected.Foster ripped down my leggings and palmed me between my legs. We groaned at the same time.“You’re so wet,” Foster groaned. I leaned in to his palm, relishing the feeling of his rough skin against my most sensitive of places.“Please,” I begged.Foster grabbed my hair and pulled me back against his chest. “I’m sorry we have to be quick,” Foster whispered against the skin of my neck.“Just do it!”I heard the sound of the condom wrapper ripping and then h
I’d been naked with Foster before, but I’d never really seen him naked. At least, I’d never studied him naked. He was absolute perfection. From head to toe, he was sculpted and tanned and so delectable. When he gripped my hips and pulled me close, I couldn’t help but smile.“What are you smiling at?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.“You’re handsome,” I said, sounding like a freaking schoolgirl. Foster grinned and kissed me. Taking my bottom lip in his, he sucked long and hard until I was practically panting at his feet.“You ready, beautiful?” Foster asked, forehead pressed against mine.I was.Show Of HandsI sat front and center. Wearing only a skirt and no underwear, it was probably the craziest thing I’d ever done and would do. Every Monday and Wednesday was torture for me. Foster stood up at the front, looking incredibly sexy with his rolled up sleeves and messy hair, speaking with complete confidence on one of the hardest subjects I’d ever taken. Then, afterward, he domi
I asked Rachael to stay up with me on Thursday and we spent the night getting drunk and watching eighties movies. Something about John Hughes always made me feel better.Rachael bought string and we braided friendship bracelets like we were still in high school, except we both knew we weren’t. I was having an affair with my professor and Rachael was guzzling wine like it was water. By the third bottle we were too drunk to separate the strings and had to stop braiding. I leaned back into the couch with a sigh, watching Molly Ringwald with fascination. Even in her insecurity, she seemed so sure of herself.“I can’t believe this is happening to me,” I whined.“I know,” Rachael said, taking a bite of the brownies we’d made earlier. “I mean, you of all people. I thought you would work all through college and be one of those boring people who had no stories to tell. But sleeping with your professor? That’s pretty metal.”I grabbed a pillow and groaned in to it. “Not helping.”“Oh come on, N