But getting kicked out on day one? That’s a new record, even for me. She’s not what I expected. Most professors would chuckle, roll their eyes, maybe make a sarcastic comment, and move on. They usually let it slide, especially on the first day. But not Rossi. No, she’s all about control and rules and, apparently, zero tolerance for my kind of charm. It’s almost impressive, in a frustrating, infuriating sort of way.
Her accent and stern demeanor mask what’s clearly a fiery spirit. It’s a challenge if I ever saw one. Maybe that’s what got under my skin, why I pushed so hard.
Or perhaps it was the way her eyes didn’t just skim over me as most do. They drilled in like she knew exactly what kind of game I was playing and called it out on the spot. Sitting on this bench outside the classroom, I figure out my next move.
Apologize?
Double down and try to win her over?
Hell, part of me wants to do all three.
But another part, maybe the part still stinging from her sharp dismissal, wants to prove something to her. I want to show her I’m not just some rich kid playing at college.
I have plans.
Big ones.
This damn class is standing in the way of them. She must be new this semester. I’ve never seen her before. With those long legs, plump lips, and rope-thick hair, I’d fucking remember if I had.
I pull out my phone, flipping through messages, not really seeing them. I see Rossi’s face. Annoyed and authoritative. Possibly intrigued?
No, intrigue isn’t the right word.
I close the app, a plan forming. Maybe it’s not about proving her wrong. Maybe it’s about proving her right that I can meet her expectations and rise to the challenge. What did she say when those sexy lips caressed the words, leaving her accented mouth?
Punctual and respectful.
I can be both of those things. I mean, I haven’t in a long time, but I pull it out whenever I’m summoned back to my parents’ home.
Yeah, that’s it.
Time to switch gears, Kahale.
Not just the front, I put up to keep things interesting when bored. When I go back to talk to her, I’ll redirect my energy to being respectful, apologizing first, and then keeping my fucking mouth shut to listen to her. To watch those damn lips as they communicate whatever the hell she wants me to know, just so long as she agrees to let me back in.
What do they always say about college?
It’s about sexual exploration and experimentation. I’ll gladly do both with that woman. She can recite the periodic table as I push into her.
If my performance is worth it, maybe she’ll give me a little extra credit for a job well done. My dick hardens at the thought of her hair coiled around my fist. Those fat lips covered in her dark lipstick staining my fucking sheets as I shove her face into the mattress.
Kokami.
My phone rings in my hand, startling me out of my thoughts about Professor Rossi, and I answer it.
“Hey, Holli.”
“Sup, man.”
I glance at the time, surprised he’s calling since he has class today.
“You going to the twins’s mixer?”
The twins’s mixer.
Might as well put a bullet in my head. It’s not that I don’t like to party. I do. But their bashes spiral out of control way too fast. The cops always show up too early to head home and too late to hit another party. My fingers tap a restless rhythm on the concrete bench, watching a stream of students crisscross the campus toward their classes.
“Diego?”
