Lessons in Sin: A Student/Teacher Romance (Forbidden Love)

Chapter 6

The alarm slices through my dreams as it echoes off the walls of my dorm room, making both me and Katie grumble in distress. I haven’t seen Katie since she ditched me to go to that jock’s frat party at the club - she was gone when I returned from my meeting with Andre and went MIA all of Sunday.

I’d spent most of my Sunday swapping texts with Tristan, time that really should have been used to get to grips with the class materials for my first semester at LAU. But it’s Monday now and there’s no point in pretending that I would have done that even if I wasn’t distracted by Tristan.

Even in text form, I can feel his humour, his teasing, his … presence. Sometimes it feels as though I could tug at this connection between us and he’d feel it.

Rubbing my eyes, I reach over and slam the snooze button on my alarm. Finally, the screeching stops.

‘Jesus, mornings should be illegal.’ I mutter.

‘Agreed.’

Sitting up, I pull my hair into a ponytail. ‘Where did you disappear to all weekend?’

She winces. ‘I might have stayed over at Doug’s after the party, and then the next day … and the day after that.’

I raise my brows. ‘Sounds like you guys hit it off then?’

‘Yea, sorta I guess.’ She says, not sounding sure of herself at all.

Just then my phone buzzes and Tristan’s name flashes in the dim light of the room. Standing I slip from the room and press the phone to my ear.

‘I could have been sleeping you know.’ I say as a way of greeting, anger as fake as my parents infused into my voice - as if I could ever be angry at him calling me.

He chuckles. ‘Not a morning person then? I’ll add that to my list.’ His voice rolls over me in waves sending desire crashing through me and then I’m dripping. Sex voodoo I’m telling you.

‘Your list?’ I swipe some crumbs off the communal couch and sit, ignoring the ache between my thighs.

‘Yep.’

‘Care to elaborate?’

‘My list of you.’

‘Yea … still not getting it.’ I grin, as infuriating as he is, his words always teasingly cryptic, I wouldn’t change it for anything.

His voice deepens, growing intense. ‘You’re a mystery to me, Scarlett. I want to know every part of you - no stones left unturned. I won’t allow it.’

‘You’re an intense person, Tristan.’

I hear leather squeal as he shifts. ’Does it bother you?’

‘No. The opposite actually.’

‘Good.’

‘Okay, you want to know me better? Then how about a little exchange.’ I waggle my brows, as if he were here. ‘Question for a question.’

‘Interesting.’ He says simply.

‘Is that a yes?’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay me first!’ I sit up. ‘Dog or cat person?’

He laughs the sound as deep and rugged as him. ‘You could have asked me anything and this is what you choose?’

‘It’s an important question!’

‘Okay, okay. Can I say neither?’

’Neither?!’ I shout. ‘You cannot be serious.’

‘I’m just not a pet person.’

‘I refuse to listen to this.’

‘Fine.’ I can hear the grin in his words. ‘If I have to choose, then I’d say dog person.’

‘Okay that’s better but let’s move on. I need to forget about this if there’s any hope for us.’

He pauses and I look at the time. I need to leave soon to get ready for my first day of classes, but I can’t resist him.

After a moment he speaks. ‘What do you wish for most in life.’

I don’t hesitate, not even for a second. ‘To be a professional ballet dancer. It’s the only thing I wish for really.’ And I want you. In my life. Permanently. The thought makes me smile.

He’s quiet for a moment as if he’s absorbing my words. ‘You sound sad.’ He whispers, a question lingering in his words.

A sigh escapes me. ‘It’s just a complicated dream is all.’

‘Wh—‘ Before he can finish, I hear someone knocking on a door. He whispers something under his breath. ’Shit, Scarlett I need to go but we’ll finish this conversation later, okay?’

Disappointed, I pout like a five-year-old who’s had her favourite toy taken from her. ‘Okay. I need to leave soon anyway.’

’And we’re sorting that date out later.’ He murmurs, papers rustling in the background.

‘Yes sir!’

‘Good girl.’ He growls, the word dripping with suggestive intent. ‘Oh, and Scarlett?’

‘Hmm?’

‘For our date? Don’t wear panties.’

He hangs up before I can say anything, leaving me desperate for more. Falling back on the couch, I fling my arm over my head. This man is going to kill me - and he’s going to make me enjoy it.