Sinful Touch : A Dark Professor Romance

5. Liliana

When the bell rings, I lean over, grab my bag from the ground, and quickly place my books and notebooks inside. I stand up and watch as the other students exit quickly.

They all have something to do, but the only thing I am going to do is go back to my dorm and read. That is my life, or at least it has been for the past few weeks. I stay to myself, and the other students stay to themselves and their friends.

Yeah, it does feel like high school all over again.

I take in a deep breath as I make my way to the steps and turn to start going up them. But before I can, I feel a hand grab my arm, pulling my attention away from the exit. I turn and lock eyes with Jax. His beautiful green eyes—my gosh, I am in trouble.

“Can I speak with you for a moment, Lil?” Jax asks softly, but also in a demanding kind of way. He is confusing and draws me in like a moth to a flame.

I nod like an idiot. He releases my arm and turns to make his way down the steps towards his stand and a young man standing next to it. He is wearing a football jersey. His dark hair is long on top and short on the sides, and I can see his neck tattoos from here.

I follow behind Jax, and we both stop in front of the male student. The class was interesting today. Jax gave us some pointers on the build-up of writing the sex scenes. I had so many questions, but I didn’t ask. I guess I was too embarrassed. Everyone else in the class seemed to be able to follow what he was saying so easily.

It once again just shows that I have never been touched or experienced what I have written in my notebook. I might not have the experience, but that doesn’t mean I don”t know what it feels like to feel pleasure. It might only be inside my mind, but for now, that will have to do.

I look over at Jax. He is quiet, more quiet than he normally is. He seems a little on edge, and I want to ask him why, but that is none of my business.

If only he knew what I was writing about inside my notebook, he would probably just laugh at me, or he would actually give in and honestly think that him giving in to me and my desires scares me more.

“Lil, this is Chad,” Jax says calmly, taking me away from my impending thoughts.

“Hey,” I say with a small smile, the thoughts slowly fading from my mind. I focus on the student in front of me. I can tell by his body language that he doesn’t want to be here or talk to me, but who would say no to Jax?

He doesn’t respond. Instead, his eyes scan me; all men seem to be the same. He is looking over me; I can tell what is on his mind, though; he is trying to figure out if he is interested in me. They never are, though; even if he was, I am not interested. This guy is not my type, even though I know he is everyone else’s type; it is written all over his face; he is cocky and good-looking, the football star. Who wouldn’t want to be on his arm?

This girl right here, I have too much baggage, and no one wants someone who is complicated with low self-esteem and self-worth.

“Chad needs some help on his term paper. Do you think you can tutor him for me?” Jax asks softly.

Damn it, I can’t say no.

“Um, yeah, I guess,” I respond quickly.

“Chad, you know this paper is half of your overall grade. If you don’t do it, you won’t pass my class, which means you won’t play,” Jax warns him.

“I get it, Mr. Fox,” The student says in an annoyed voice.

I turn and look at Jax, but he doesn’t say anything to correct Chad, calling him Mr. Fox. Odd.

“You may go, Chad,” Jax dismisses him.

I turn and look at Chad. He hands me a piece of paper, and I take it without saying anything. I look down and see his number on it

“Text me with a time we can meet, Lil,” Chad says to me, his voice not as annoyed, but it is still there. He doesn’t want my help, and if I am being honest, I don”t want to help him either.

“Liliana” Jax corrects him, his tone is low and annoyed.

My heart races as I continue to look down at the piece of paper in my hand.

“My bad. Text me with time, Liliana,” Chad says calmly but with irritation in his voice.

Great, just great.

I don”t need any enemies. I just want to get through my first term, nice and easy. That is all. I don”t want any type of attention, and I definitely don’t want the other students to have a reason to stare at me or talk about me. I got enough of that from high school and my mother to last me a lifetime.

“Okay, I will,” I say softly.

I finally look up from the paper. Chad turns around and quickly makes his way up the stairs towards the exit.

As soon as he does, Jax steps in front of me, taking my attention, but it isn’t that hard. He always has my attention.

“Let me know if you have any problems with him, okay, Lil?” Jax asks but demands at the same time.

I nod and go to turn, but once again, he grabs my arm, but this time, he pulls me against his hard chest; I nervously look up into his eyes which are now rapidly searching mine.

“Thank you,” He whispers.

His green eyes stare into me, making my heart stop. “For what?” I ask, wanting to hear him speak again.

“Saying you will help him,” He says calmly.

“Not a big deal,” I say, shaking my head.

He nods, but I can’t tell if it is to me or himself.

He releases his grip on my arm and takes a step back, taking his warmth and forest smell with him.

Oh boy.

Chad told me to text him so I did.

It took him a while to respond, but he agreed to meet me at the library.

I sit back in my seat as I look down at my phone.

I have 15 unread text messages from my mother, and I am not ready to talk to her just yet. The last conversation we had was about me not wearing the right clothes. Even now, she is trying to control me, and the more she tries, the more I want to run.

But I know I wouldn’t get far; I am her lifeline, as she likes to put it. Her lifeline to a better life. I don”t know how we have gotten to this point, but she has been like this my entire life; I shouldn”t be surprised that nothing has changed just because I am in college now.

I have been away from home for only about 2 weeks, and she is acting like she needs to run my life from 3,000 miles away.

I am fine, but she doesn’t listen. She never listens to me.

I take in a deep breath as I reach over and pull out my notebooks. I lean back against the chair and look towards the library”s front doors and in walks Chad.

His backpack hangs on one shoulder, his hair is messy, and he is wearing white vans and dark blue ripped jeans.

I can see why the girls flock to him; he is a sight to behold.

He locks eyes with me as he starts to make his way over to me.

I honestly don”t know how to tutor him about the paper we are working on. I am guessing he has a lot of experience with sex; all he has to do is write it down; maybe it is the layout on the paper that I can help him with.

I will stick to the facts, and make sure we don”t talk about the topic that will be right between us, Sex.