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farts. Every teacher was allowed to choose two, there’ll be other people your age there. Come on, it’ll make me look bad if you don’t go.”
    Ben liked Tammy Albert. She’d been great, incredibly supportive to him since he started school four years ago. She seemed to understand his obsessive drive and perfectionism, and instead of trying to get him to temper it, like Dominick did, she encouraged him. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but his gut filled with dread. And something else: a small, pleasant excitement at the prospect of seeing Peter Coyle socially. In a setting without nudity and fuck huts on the premises.
    Dominick’s words from earlier came back to him. You’re into him . He was. Seeing Dr. Coyle just now had sent a thrill through him, despite his anxiety over the situation. But could he face him?
    He came up with a rationalization. Running into Dr. Coyle at the dean’s house might be the best way to diffuse the situation. After all, Coyle couldn’t flip out on Ben in front of his colleagues. It would be far less intimidating than sitting in his office, facing him across the desk, or waiting until his Friday class. He could drop his assignments off in Coyle’s mailbox today. Then, if Coyle was at the party, it would be on him if he wanted to talk to Ben. The ball was in his court. Ben wouldn’t have to take any initiative.
    “Okay,” he said. “I’ll be there. Wouldn’t want to make you look bad.” He grinned, and Tammy ruffled his hair.
    “Good, I’ll see you there. Dress nice.”
    “I always dress nice!”
    She stood. “Something other than jeans , Benjamin,” she called over her shoulder as she walked away. “See you tonight!”
    Ben let out a long breath after she’d gone. He stood and headed toward the Fowler building where Coyle’s office was. This constant anxiety in his gut was getting tiresome. Whether Coyle chose to fail him, pass him, confront him or completely ignore him, whatever would be would be. But the not knowing was driving Ben insane. Now that he’d come to terms with it, he found himself hoping that Coyle would be at the dean’s party. One way or another, it would bring closure to the situation.
    But then what? The thought brought a scowl as he made his way along the paved, sunny pathway. If after receiving Ben’s test and essay, Coyle agreed to amend his grade, it would be over. And that’s what he wanted, wasn’t it?
    “I need more.”
    The words he’d spoken in his dream came back to him with a jolt, and his cock stirred. He did want more. Who was he kidding? He needed more. The truth of it had been burning at the periphery of his thoughts since he woke up that morning, saturated in his own seed. He wanted Dr. Coyle. Badly. And even as a stampede of reasons not to pursue it pushed to the forefront of his mind, he knew with a sudden certainly that he was going to ignore them all.
    He wouldn’t risk his grade, and if Coyle refused to change it, he was sure that would take precedence, snap him out of this fantasy. But if the professor did change his grade, if that business got resolved...then what? Ben had never had to pursue anyone before. He’d only had to sit down on a barstool and wait for them to come to him. But Peter would not come to him. He’d be opposed because of the student element, even if Ben could draw his interest.
    And Ben was only pushy and aggressive when it came to his education and future career. He’d never been one to come on strong sexually, to take control. No, that’s what Coyle does.
    An electric thrill ran through him at the thought of Dr. Coyle taking control of him . He grinned as a perfectly awful, risky idea surfaced. If Ben came on to Professor Coyle, he’d be the one trying to control the situation. To use his own power. A dominant like Peter Coyle probably wouldn’t like that. Then only two things could happen. Coyle would turn him down flat. Or maybe, just maybe, he’d feel compelled to turn that power dynamic