Page 12 of The Professor: Ep. 2
He leaned back in his chair to check out another blonde chick ten feet away. “Well, I’m certainly content.”
I opened my mouth to scoff at him when the hairs along my arms danced in warning, the atmosphere in the room changing as a gaggle of girls entered… with Kayla at the center.
I almost swallowed my tongue in response, not just because of the visceral reaction to her presence, but because of the outfit she’d chosen for tonight.
A pretty navy dress that stopped just below her ass.
And thigh-high fuck-me boots.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Her elegant neck stretched as she tipped her full head of dark hair back on a genuine laugh, the sound addictive and traveling through the room. She resembled a goddess. A fucking siren. And it caused numerous heads throughout the room to turn toward her, including Dustin’s. He whistled low, his body tensing in expectation.
“Fuck me,” he breathed. “I’m really starting to see the appeal of living in a college town.”
“Nashville can hardly be considered a town,” I returned, my lips brushing the rim of my beer. Kayla’s eyes met mine as I set the bottle on the table, her eyebrows lifting in surprise before she quickly glanced away.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t quick enough for Dustin—who had been eating her up with his eyes—not to notice.
“One of your students?” he guessed.
“Yes. And my boss’s daughter,” I added for good measure.
“Hmm, and totally your type. Pity.”
Nothing pitiful about it,I thought. “We should go.”
He lifted his bottle slowly, his eyes on Kayla as she started line dancing with one of her sorority sisters. “I think I’ll stay,” he replied.
I fought the urge to sigh. Telling him he couldn’t have her would only make him want her more. And leaving him here would pretty much ensure he hooked up with her or one of my other students.
Not that I really cared.
I just didn’t want to deal with whatever happened afterward. Waking up to find a student in my house would be a situation I’d rather avoid.
Unless it was Kayla.
And I woke up to her next to me inmybed. Not his.
Just the thought of him taking her home had my jaw clenching. Which was ridiculous. We’d shared plenty of women in the past.
It was probably because I knew his real motive for visiting me unannounced, and I didn’t want to reward him with such a fine piece of ass. He didn’t deserve Kayla. She was far too good for him.
Her laugh captured my attention again just in time for me to watch some frat boy pull her out of the line dance to dip her low to the ground in an untraditional country move. It caused her dress to inch dangerously high on her thighs, almost revealing the panties she wore beneath.
She’d better be wearing underwear, anyway,I thought bitterly, reaching for my beer.
It did little to calm my bustling nerves, so I swapped it for water. Same result.
“Damn, you get to see that every day in class?” he asked, watching as the frat guy whirled Kayla into a graceful twirl that had her laughing.Again.
That laugh had captured my attention the first night we met, her happiness like a beacon I couldn’t ignore at her father’s party. She’d just sounded so damn sincere. And after coming from a world of fake women, it’d been almost a relief to meet someone so authentic.
Kayla hadn’t attended any society grooming programs.
She wasn’t a member of the elite.
Just a middle-class girl with a father who genuinely cared about her well-being.
