Chapter 6

We go to his car which I am still surprised to find out is actually HIS. I didn’t know professors could be loaded. Back at the club, I thought he was a CEO but to find out he’s actually a professor is even, dare I say, hotter?

I’ve always liked people who are smart. When I climb inside, it smells like new leather. The seat is soft and cozy. A sudden urge to not leave the car, ever, possesses me but I keep it down.

The professor joins me later, dropping my meal into my lap. I want to ask him how he knows my name but my brain has a little talk with me.

It tells me that he’s my professor so it’s expected. That explanation doesn’t sit right with me though so I abandon my brain and let my mouth take charge.

“How do you know my name?” I ask, averting my eyes from his veiny hands. I swallow hard when I remember the way he’d fingered me back at the club, during my birthday. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

“Your little friend told me that night.” At the mention of my best friend,