Page 58 of Emily: Hello Kitten
twenty-seven
Isit in the library, tapping my pencil on the table, ready to work on my essay and my assignment. Wait, shit. My essay. I must have forgotten it on Adrian’s desk.
I glance at my watch and know he’s still there. His office hours aren’t done yet, and I can quickly grab it, get some work done if he doesn’t distract me again, and then head to my dorm.
The chair scratches the dark wooden floors and I make my way out of the library and to Adrian’s office.
My brows knit as I see the door to his office is open. Did I forget to close it? When I hear the words creeping though that small crack, I’m hesitant. My heart beats faster as my hands shake.
“I think we can have some fun,” Dr. Spence says in a sultry voice I never heard fall from her lips.
“Clarissa, really, I–I don’t think we should be more than colleagues,” Adrian says.
“Why?”
Silence again. He sighs. “I’m not… No, please. I don’t want to compromise our working relationship.”
“Oh, it won’t. It will improve it,” Dr. Spence says, and I dare to peek through the small opening, watching her inch closer.
“Clarissa.” His hands are on her shoulders and she leans up. “I need you to stop.”
And then her lips are on his. His eyes flick to the door and mine widen.
I hurry away, run as tears sting my eyes. I don’t go back to the library and escape to my dorm.
I have no idea how I got in my bedroom or how I even got changed, but my thoughts almost drown me. I need something to make me forget.
My phone buzzes over and over again, and I take it out of my pocket to take a peek.
Where are you?
Nothing happened, Emily.
I heard what he said. I saw what she did. I know, I know I’m making myself crazy now.
She came onto me, there’s nothing between us. I promise.
Kitten, please pick up.
I type a reply and I hate that I’m even replying.
She just accidentally fell on your lips?
My heart makes me do stupid things. I know that. But am I wrong for wanting an escape after I saw him kiss her? Fuck, why did I fall for him?
Let me tell you what happened, please.
Adrian
Fuck, where is she? That look of hurt blazed on Emily’s face. Even if I could only see it through the crack in my door, it broke my heart. Clarissa tried to pull me back to her.
I’m taken. Hell, I’m half convinced I’m in love with Emily and all she’s ready for is for us to be sex. Our date night last weekend was amazing, but she goads me, teases me, works me up until all I can think about is fucking her. It’s not fair that she has me by the balls like that.
But she does. She works me up, has me under her thumb, has me twisted and confused. I don’t even give a fuck about the danger. She’s worth it. And I want to prove it to her.
Even though it’s against the rules, I drive over to her dorm. She’s there, panting, braced on her knees. Her face is twisted in an emotion I’ve never seen. She’s never looked that upset. Not when she temporarily ended things with me at the wedding, not on the drive home, not ever.
And I hate being the reason that look is on her face. But then she stands up and wipes under her eyes. There’s a hard, near vicious resolve in her gaze. That’s the kind of look that results in a man regretting everything he’s ever done, even if it’s tinged with sadness.
