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

Chapter 18

There have been quite a few times in my life where I’ve felt my insides drop out, spilling onto the floor like a discarded drink in a club. I felt it when my failed pirouette ended in a broken tv when I was seven. I felt it when one of my teachers caught me and Danny Singer making out in the girls’ toilet when I was in seventh grade. And I felt it when I realised Tristan was my professor.

This feeling now? It’s ten, no, twenty times worse than any of those times.

The knock sends silence rippling through Tristan’s office as we both still, dread and fear freezing our features. I gulp in air as quietly as I can, trying not to whimper when he pulls out of me.

The knock sounds again. ’Tristan? I know you’re in there. Barry said he saw you go in twenty minutes ago.’

Silently cursing, I slowly slide off the desk. Barry is the maintenance guy who’s currently fixing a broken light in the corridor - meaning if he saw Tristan go in, he hasn’t seen him come out again. Well at least now we know we can’t just stay quiet and hope for the best.

I think we both realise it at the same time. Tristan looks at me, his eyes panicked, shifting as he calculates a way out of this.

Luckily, I have an idea, I nod to his clothes and quickly scramble into mine. My hair looks messed up, and for what I have planned it’s exactly what I need.

Sitting on the desk, I force tears to well in my eyes, my sight blurring as they begin to fall down my face. Ruby once told me that only the devil’s servants can cry at will and to be honest, I’ve never met anyone with the talent who uses it for good so she may have a point.

Loudly, I sob. ‘I’m sorry professor you’re busy. I’ll go.’

I get up and open the door enough so whoever is on the other side can see me. And low and behold its Miss garter belt, her red lipstick perfectly applied, ready and primed to kiss Tristan’s ass. She looks startled when she sees me, my outfit back on but my face puffy and slick with tears, the salty water gathering in the corners of my lips.

Tristan catches the line I’m putting out and jumps up from the seat he’s sitting in - the picture of casual.

Meanwhile, I’m a mess but that’s exactly what I need. What I don’t need is the dribble of cum slowly inching its way down my thigh.

Ignoring it I furrow my brows, a mask of apologetic innocence setting my features in stones. Tristan makes his way towards me. ‘No, no, sit back down. I’m always here for my students when they need me.’ And then to miss suck ass. ‘Do you mind if we talk outside?’

She nods, stunned into silence.

They leave the office, the thud of the door sounding alongside my sigh, my heart slowing as the danger moves further away.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

We never should have brought our relationship to his office. That was the sort of shit that would get us caught. This wasn’t a game, and even if it was, we were very close to losing a second ago.

Tiptoeing over to the door, I press my ear against the wood trying to hear their muffled words.

‘… had to help.’

’No… of course.’

’See … tomorrow.’

‘… could we … looking forward to It.’

I can barely hear anything through the thick oak of the door, but from what I do hear, it sounds like she bought it.

Collapsing into one of the seats before his desk, I let out a sigh as Tristan slips back into his office.

He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, leaving against the door as if to keep out any danger of us being caught. ‘I hate this.’ He spits, his voice half caught between anger and frustration.

Walking to him I place my hands on his chest letting his warmth seer into me. ‘I know. If it’s any consolation I hate this too.’ Frowning, I add. ‘And I hate miss suck-ass too.’

A smile whispers onto his lips. ‘Miss suck-ass? That’s a new one.’

‘I’ve got to keep you on your toes some way.’ I wink.

His knuckles graze my cheek, and then he’s pulling me towards him, wrapping me up in his warmth. I inhale his scent, letting it calm my frazzled nerves.

‘No more sex in the office.’ He mumbles into my hair.

‘It was really hot while it lasted.’ I grumble. It’s not fair, I don’t even want to be a student, and yet it’s the very thing that keeps me from him, from pursuing dance full time, from being freaking happy! And all because my parents can’t stand the idea of me, their daughter, actually being my own person.

And that’s when it hits me.

My parents never let me get a job in high school, the idea that I might work in a fast-food place or grocery store appalled them, and it’s because of that that I’m in this situation.

But if, and it’s a big if, but if I can get a producer to notice me, sign me on at their dance academy, I wouldn’t need dearest mother and father for anything. Hell, I could get a day job to pay for accommodation since I’m no longer directly under my parents’ thumb.

The more I think, the more my plan surfaces, bobbing along in the waves of my mind, right there for the taking.

I open my mouth, the words right there ready to spill, but I stop. This plan of mine rests upon a lot of unlikely scenarios, and I don’t want to get his hopes up for nothing.

No, I’ll tell him only after its confirmed.

Smiling, I settle into Tristan, the plan silently forming as I let him cradle me in his arms, the danger of discovery still tying us together with an invisible thread.