I knock on his door and hear him shout through it for me to enter. When he comes into view, he’s leaning against his desk with his arms folded as if he anticipated it was me on the other side, and he greets me with a smile.
“And what can I do for you today, Miss Taylor?” he asks with a smirk.
I close the door behind me and saunter over to him, dropping my bag onto the ground as I go.
“How about I show you?” I press my body up against his and capture his mouth with my own, taking his face in my hand to pull him in closer. His lips soft and warm.
His arms wrap around my back and he lifts me, spinning us around to sit me on the edge of the desk, as he wedges himself between my legs. His hands move down to my ass, as he drags my body close to the edge so there’s not a millimetre of space between us as his tongue glides over mine.
His mouth moves down to my neck where he presses wet kisses against my skin, while his fingers work their way up the insides of my thighs.
I lift my hand to cup him over his jeans, feeling him harden under my hand sends jolts of desire straight between my legs.
Just as his mouth begins to trail lower towards my breasts, there’s a noise outside the door and I pull away. “Dwight, I think someone’s coming.”
“Shit,” he mutters, stepping away, allowing me to hop off the desk and take up the seat opposite his desk. He rounds the desk, composing himself and he sits down in his chair, just as there’s a knock at the door.
We both give each other a look to say that that waswaytoo close.
“Come in,” Dwight shouts. The door opens behind me and Dwight forces a smile. “Richard, what can I do for you?”
“Oh I’m sorry, I’m not interrupting am I?”
I glance around to find the Dean standing just inside the door. I smile.
“No, of course not. Miss Taylor here was concerned about her latest assignment and needed me to clarify a few things.”
“I hope Professor Evans here hasn’t been working you too hard?” His question directed to me.
“Absolutely not.” I smile. “In fact, I better be going,” I announce, rising from my seat and reaching for my bag. “Thanks for your help, Professor. I’ll see you in class.”
“You’re welcome. Have a good evening, Q- Miss Taylor.” My heart skips a beat the second he almost said my name.
I say my goodbye to Dean Harris and hurry out of the room. The second the door clicks shut behind me, I release a breath I had no idea I was holding in.
That wastooclose.
If Dwight and I have any shot at making this thing between us work, we need to be more careful.
∞∞∞
When Dwight arrives at my apartment, I can sense that something’s wrong. He doesn’t kiss me or even say hello, just walks into my apartment as soon as the door is open wide enough for him to pass.
His face is blank, I can’t get a reading on him. My heart beats a little faster, wondering where the hell this is going to go.
Is he going to break up with me?
I wait for him to say something, and after a few seconds, he speaks. “You deserve better than this, Quinn.”
“What do you mean?”
He scrubs a hand across his face. “This.Us. Can you honestly say you can carry on like this? Sneaking around… the secrets… the lies...?”
“If it means I get to be with you, then yes.”
“Quinn, you should be with someone who doesn’t have to worry about who’s watching when he’s with you, who doesn’t have to steal kisses when no one’s looking. You should be with a man who can hold your hand in the street, kiss you in a restaurant and not be afraid to show you off to the world.”
“Where is all this coming from?”
