“No. Architecture. I had a problem with a credit transferring over, and I need one more gen ed and this was on the list. I’ll try to transfer out.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief. That’s something. At least I won’t have to have numerous classes with him. He’ll transfer out, and everything will be fine. “I would appreciate that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go.”
I pick up my laptop bag and make it two steps before he says, “You closed your account.”
Yes. I did.
I stop walking. “I’m not sure why that’s important.” Finding men to dominate and fuck me is the last thing on my mind right now. At least, it should be, but I miss it, crave it, have needed it over the last couple of months and not had it. But Christ, it helps to get me out of my head. “It’s none of your business,” I add.
“No. It’s not. I just…was hoping everything is okay. Is it okay?”
I close my eyes. Well, let’s see: my mother died, I got custody of two siblings who hate me, and now the last guy Ihooked up with is my student. No, things aren’t okay. “I’m fine, and that’s none of your business either,” I say, then turn back to him. “This is my career. What happened between us…”
He frowns. “I won’t say a word. I would never do that. We’re two men who enjoyed time together before I was in this class, nothing more.” He gives me that familiar grin. “Though I have to admit, I did have a lot of fun with you, and before walking into this room, had hoped we could do it again sometime.”
My dick stiffens slightly, flashes of our last time together flitting through my head—the way he used me, being bound, finding that place in my head where I’m able to forget everything else.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “That wasn’t appropriate. I just forgot how pretty you are.”
I roll my eyes, ignoring the flush of heat that races through me. “Your apology doesn’t count if you continue the unacceptable behavior,” I scold.
“Damn. Look how the tables have turned.” He grins. “God, this sucks. I wanted you again.”
My knees nearly go weak because I want him again too.
“I’ll go talk to them to get out of your class,” he says, changing the subject and getting serious again. “Sorry about that. I won’t be unprofessional here again. I understand what this could do to you.”
I blink a couple of times because for a moment I’d forgotten why we can’t do this. Just hearing him tell me he wants me slipped me right back into the place where I’m longing to kneel for him. “Thank you. Have a good day, Mr. Hathaway.”
He nods and walks out, and I finally breathe again.
CHAPTER SIX
Colton
James is aprofessor.
My professor.
Learning this about him doesn’t surprise me. The fact that he’smyprofessor does. The last thing I expected to see when I walked into that room was him, but the job fits him. He seemed like the type who had some control in his day-to-day life, which made it even sexier to watch him come undone for me, to watch him kneel for me and beg me to be in control.
I tremble at the thought, wonder what it would be like to have my professor on his knees for me again, though I know that won’t happen. Itcan’thappen, no matter how much I crave him. I’m not the kind of man who would mess with someone’s livelihood like that…but again, I am trying to get out of his class…
I look at my schedule again while waiting to speak with my advisor. Professor James Valentine. It’s a sexy-as-hell name. He’d clearly been just as shocked to see me. He’d been more shaken than me, though I guess he has more to lose.
Why did he end contact with me? Why did he leave the site?
Maybe the even more important question should be, why do I care so much?
“Mr. Hathaway.” I look up to see my advisor, Gabriella, a pretty Black woman with curls, give me a smile. I follow her into her office, and she closes the door and motions for me to sit. “What can I do for you?”
“I don’t know if you remember, but I had a credit-transfer issue and had to take a political science or history gen ed credit. I wanted to see if there’s any way I can transfer out of that class and take another one.”
“Ooh, I’m not sure. Most will already be filled up unless someone drops. The history and poli-sci classes are fairly hard to get into.” She types on her computer. “You want out of Professor Valentine’s class?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Let’s see what we have here.” She does some searching. “Is there a problem with that class or your professor?”
