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Authors: Dawn Steele
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Paranormal, New Adult & College, Werewolves & Shifters
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the Professor was
another matter.
Kate had a class on Tuesday. That
morning when she woke up, she felt viscerally ill. Can I face him? Can I
look him in the eye and pretend nothing happened? What if he acted like
nothing happened – like what they had was completely meaningless?
She didn’t know which would be
more awful.
She debated whether or not to be
ill. Then she would have a good excuse to skip class. But she decided she had
to face her demons once and for all.
And so she dressed up. She took
her time in dressing. When she exited the bathroom, she felt a lot better.
Reject me . . . I won’t feel a
thing.
And immediately, a wave of nausea
struck her.
Oh, who was she kidding? She was
in love with this man. In lust with him. In every level of the way. She wanted
him so badly that she could feel the clenching need in her pussy, in every
chamber of her heart, in her mind and in her soul.
There was a ninety-nine percent
chance that he did not feel the same way about her. How could he? She was
nothing to him. Nothing but a casual plaything in the dark.
She walked to class, and her feet
felt leaden all the way. She arrived early and seated herself while the rest of
the students filed into the lecture hall.
When Rust O’Brien arrived, he
walked to the lectern. She was seated right in front, and he didn’t look at
her.
Her spirits sank.
Of course you mean nothing to
him. Who are you trying to kid, girl? You’re just a one night stand. You can’t
make a gilded carriage out of a pumpkin.
Rust O’Brien concentrated on the
lecture. It was something on Jung. He displayed slide after slide. She barely
heard the words and saw the flashing images on the screen. Her chest was an
aching morass of hurt and need, a hollow pit which could not be filled. Not by
what she wanted, at least.
Carlo Estez sat eight places to
her right. He caught her eye and smiled. She averted her face, not daring to
meet his eyes. Tell my secret, and I’ll tell yours.
Finally, the lecture was over and
she felt a profound sense of relief. The usual students crowded around him,
fielding the usual questions. That slut, Fiona Montgomery, was there again,
bending over, letting everyone had a good look at her boobs.
“What do you think about this,
Professor?”
Think of what? Your boobs?
And: “How would you theorize
this, Professor?”
They were circling him like
vultures around a prized calf, and she was once again on the fringes, unable to
get a look in.
Nothing had changed, really.
Then Rust O’Brien declared, “I’ve
got to be going now. Sorry I can’t take any more questions, but I’m sure you’ll
find all the answers if you do your research.”
Murmurs of disappointment filled
the area around the lectern. Rust O’Brien glanced around. Kate’s heart leaped
when his green eyes alighted upon her face for a moment, held her eyes
meaningfully (or at least, she would like to read meaning in them), and flitted
away.
He strode off to the exit.
After a moment’s hesitation, she
followed.
“Hey, Kate.” Carlo Estez stepped
in front of her. He was as handsome as ever, and his dark eyes were sparkling
with questions.
“Not now,” she said as she
sidestepped him.
“Hey . . . wait. I want to talk
to you.”
But she didn’t heed his call. She
could feel his eyes on her back as she half-ran after the Professor, away from
the memory of Carlo Estez, what he was, and what he wanted to do to her.
Rust O’Brien did not turn. He was
walking very fast. She wondered if he knew she was following him. They passed
students and other college staff, all bustling along their own way. Several
people turned to look at Rust. Why shouldn’t they? He was a stellar, imposing man.
She knew where he was going. He
was heading towards his office in the main staff block. The corridors were
quieter here. The students were at class and most of the staff was not around.
Rust O’Brien entered a door. Kate
knew what was in there. Rust’s office was
another matter.
Kate had a class on Tuesday. That
morning when she woke up, she felt viscerally ill. Can I face him? Can I
look him in the eye and pretend nothing happened? What if he acted like
nothing happened – like what they had was completely meaningless?
She didn’t know which would be
more awful.
She debated whether or not to be
ill. Then she would have a good excuse to skip class. But she decided she had
to face her demons once and for all.
And so she dressed up. She took
her time in dressing. When she exited the bathroom, she felt a lot better.
Reject me . . . I won’t feel a
thing.
And immediately, a wave of nausea
struck her.
Oh, who was she kidding? She was
in love with this man. In lust with him. In every level of the way. She wanted
him so badly that she could feel the clenching need in her pussy, in every
chamber of her heart, in her mind and in her soul.
There was a ninety-nine percent
chance that he did not feel the same way about her. How could he? She was
nothing to him. Nothing but a casual plaything in the dark.
She walked to class, and her feet
felt leaden all the way. She arrived early and seated herself while the rest of
the students filed into the lecture hall.
When Rust O’Brien arrived, he
walked to the lectern. She was seated right in front, and he didn’t look at
her.
Her spirits sank.
Of course you mean nothing to
him. Who are you trying to kid, girl? You’re just a one night stand. You can’t
make a gilded carriage out of a pumpkin.
Rust O’Brien concentrated on the
lecture. It was something on Jung. He displayed slide after slide. She barely
heard the words and saw the flashing images on the screen. Her chest was an
aching morass of hurt and need, a hollow pit which could not be filled. Not by
what she wanted, at least.
Carlo Estez sat eight places to
her right. He caught her eye and smiled. She averted her face, not daring to
meet his eyes. Tell my secret, and I’ll tell yours.
Finally, the lecture was over and
she felt a profound sense of relief. The usual students crowded around him,
fielding the usual questions. That slut, Fiona Montgomery, was there again,
bending over, letting everyone had a good look at her boobs.
“What do you think about this,
Professor?”
Think of what? Your boobs?
And: “How would you theorize
this, Professor?”
They were circling him like
vultures around a prized calf, and she was once again on the fringes, unable to
get a look in.
Nothing had changed, really.
Then Rust O’Brien declared, “I’ve
got to be going now. Sorry I can’t take any more questions, but I’m sure you’ll
find all the answers if you do your research.”
Murmurs of disappointment filled
the area around the lectern. Rust O’Brien glanced around. Kate’s heart leaped
when his green eyes alighted upon her face for a moment, held her eyes
meaningfully (or at least, she would like to read meaning in them), and flitted
away.
He strode off to the exit.
After a moment’s hesitation, she
followed.
“Hey, Kate.” Carlo Estez stepped
in front of her. He was as handsome as ever, and his dark eyes were sparkling
with questions.
“Not now,” she said as she
sidestepped him.
“Hey . . . wait. I want to talk
to you.”
But she didn’t heed his call. She
could feel his eyes on her back as she half-ran after the Professor, away from
the memory of Carlo Estez, what he was, and what he wanted to do to her.
Rust O’Brien did not turn. He was
walking very fast. She wondered if he knew she was following him. They passed
students and other college staff, all bustling along their own way. Several
people turned to look at Rust. Why shouldn’t they? He was a stellar, imposing man.
She knew where he was going. He
was heading towards his office in the main staff block. The corridors were
quieter here. The students were at class and most of the staff was not around.
Rust O’Brien entered a door. Kate
knew what was in there. Rust’s office was
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