But somehow, it isn’t working. Dr. Conlon keeps kissing me, and as his mouth works its way down my neck, I can’t thinkabout Mr. Pritchett anymore. I can only focus on him and what’s about to happen and how good it feels…
When it’s over,Dr. Conlon slumps down in his chair. He shakes his head and rubs his face.
“Wow, Rachel. Jesus Christ…”
I’m still straddling him, and I need to get up, but I can’t quite move. It hasneverbeen like that before. Never. I’ve never lost control that way before.
I don’t get it. Dr. Conlon is a clueless dork who hobbles around with a cane. How is it possible that he was sogoodat that? Maybe he’s younger than the others, but that shouldn’t matter. The guy has no social life, no dates, nothing. This makes no sense.
“I should probably go, Dr. Conlon,” I mumble.
He grins at me. “You can call me Matt. At least, in here you can.”
Okay, this isn’t a disaster. Yes, we just had some incredible sex. Myfirstincredible sex. But he doesn’t know that. He’s just excited he got to score with a twenty-two-year-old. Plus, I can tell from the way he’s looking at me that he’s smitten.
Nothing has changed. The game is still on.
I usually don’t drop the bombshell on them until the second time. Some of them seem to see it coming, although fewer of them than I would have guessed. I was surprised how many of those bald old men thought that I was genuinely interested in them. For a lot of them, it was a huge blow to their egos. And I usually took pleasure in delivering it. They were mostly a bunch of assholes.
Dr. Conlon isn’t an asshole. He’s a nice guy, and he cares about his students.
Oh well. I can’t afford to fail anatomy. This is just the way it has to be.
36
I’min such a good mood the next day that it doesn’t even bother me when Heather is loudly singing Taylor Swift in the shower. Anyway, it’s a relief to know that everything worked out with Dr. Conlon just the way I planned. Okay, notentirelythe way I planned, but close enough.
When I arrive at the lecture the next morning, I notice that Dr. Conlon seems to be in a pretty good mood too. He’s joking around with the class more than usual, and even though he’s generally an animated teacher, I’m impressed by the enthusiasm he’s managed to whip up for the muscles of mastication. He really needed to get laid.
Truthfully, Dr. Conlon is a good teacher. Actually, he’s agreatteacher. He’s patient and good at explaining tricky concepts, but most importantly, he so obviously loves teaching. This job is his life. And that’s why this is so perfect. As much as it will hurt his pride, when he figures out what I’m after, he’ll cave immediately. He won’t do anything to jeopardize his career.
After the lecture is over, I give the professor a five-minute head start to get to his office before heading over there myself. I’m pleased to see the way his eyes light up when I enter theroom. I could probably get the keys to his car and all his credit card numbers if I wanted.
“Rachel.” He beams at me. “I was hoping you’d come by…”
I close the door behind me and lock it. A smile stretches across my lips. “How are you doing, Dr. Conlon?”
“Matt,” he corrects me.
In about five minutes, he’s going to hate my guts.
I cross the room to his desk. He pushes his chair back from the desk to allow me room to sit down on his lap. I settle down on his legs and wrap my arms around his neck. I bring my face close to his.
“Are you busy?” I ask him.
He shakes his head, “Nah, just some paperwork.”
This is the moment to drop the bombshell. But I see the way he’s looking at me and… somehow I just choke. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s not like Matt Conlon is the first professor to become smitten with me.
“What?” He’s looking at me, dark eyebrows raised. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say, forcing a smile.
He starts to kiss my neck, and my body melts against him. His fingers slide into my hair, and it feels so nice. Maybe I don’t have to tell him right now. Maybe we can go one more time…
Oh my God, what’swrongwith me?
I have to do this now. Right now.
