Chapter 11
Ignoring the warning bells going off inside my head, I make my way through the empty corridors, walking towards Tristan’s class.
It’s been ten minutes since class started – the perfect side of fashionably late which also happens to work perfectly with my plan. Deep down I know this is a stupid idea. I know that it probably isn’t going to change anything, but I also know that there’s nothing stopping me now.
As I reach the door to his class, I hear his deep, whisky smooth drawl drifting through the door. I press my legs together trying to ease the ache that never fails to remind just how much I want that man and take a deep breath.
This morning when I woke up I didn’t throw on my usual jeans and tank top. Instead, I carefully picked out a tartan mini-skirt that I wore last year for Halloween when me and Ruby decided to channel our inner Brittany Spears and paired it with a white crop-top and white thigh-high socks. I looked hot. And not just that, I looked forbidden.
Who doesn’t love a bit of forbidden fruit?
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and walk through it, forcing an extra sway in steps, my hips swinging seductively from side to side.
Tristan stops mid-sentence, his gaze glued to mine as he takes me in.
I let a slow smile spread my cherry red lips. ‘Sorry Professor, I got a bit lost.’ I pout. ‘I’m still not used to the building.’
Tristan, his eyes blazing like the pits of hell, gives me a sharp nod. ‘Go sit down.’
‘Yes Professor.’ I purr, dancing for joy inside when I see a flicker of lust in the green of his eyes. Tristan can act unaffected all he wants but those little bursts of lust and desire don’t lie.
I walk to my seat as Tristan starts up his lesson again.
Noah and Lily send me a look that says what is going on? But I shrug, ignoring the question in their gaze before sitting to see that Tristan’s face has, once again, shuttered, turning into that cold, unfeeling mask he’s been wearing since that first class.
Not one to be deterred, I settle in and wait for the perfect moment to pounce. Half an hour goes by before the perfect opportunity presents itself.
‘Now, I’ll give you fifteen minutes to analyse this scene and then we’ll go through it together.’ Tristan murmurs absentmindedly, fingering through the pages of the novel.
Sitting up, I feel a nervous tremor creep its way along my back. Ignoring it, I wait until he looks up to get his attention. Not that I need to try – our eyes connect on their own – and have done since day one.
And that’s when I strike.
Pulling out my phone I send him a message.
Scarlett:You said no panties on our first date. I’m classing this as our first date.
I part my legs and show him how I did exactly as he said on that message all those weeks ago.
The draft in the room brushes lovingly against the need leaking out of my bare pussy causing me to bite my lip, keeping the gasp that wants to escape me inside. Everyone else is busy, either working or pretending too, leaving me time to tease and taunt him with everything I have.
If Tristan wants to pretend as though we meant nothing, that I meant nothing, well he’ll have to try harder now.
His nostrils flare, as if he can scent my desire on the air, and his eyes grow heated and half-lidded. Biting my lip, I slip a hand beneath the desk, brushing it teasingly against my thigh.
His jaw clenches.
I let my hand creep closer and closer to that forbidden spot until I can feel the heat pulsing like a living thing.
This started as a way to tease him but I’m not sure how much longer I can keep it up without release.
Spreading my legs further apart, I dip my fingers into the warmth at my thighs, spreading it up to my clit before circling that spot of pleasure.
God, it feels good.
My phone vibrates – a message from Tristan.
Tristan: STOP.
I smirk – satisfied as a cream-filled cat and ignore the message but let my hands wander away from my core to rest tauntingly on my thigh again.
But then the spell is broken as Lily leans over to whisper to me.
‘We’re meeting at Harleys on Friday, okay?’
I nod, unable to say anything as a blush heats my face.
When I look back to Tristan, he’s turned away from me and for the rest of the class he refuses to look at me no matter how hard I try.