Temptation - Chapter 48
Wednesday
I sat down in my usual seat and took a deep breath.
After my meltdown during my speech I knew people would be making fun of me.
I was blushing already and no one else was here yet.
It had taken every ounce of my willpower to come to class today.
The deadline for dropping the class had passed.
Besides, now I wanted to stare at Professor Hunter again.
As my classmates started to stroll in, I kept my eyes on my desk. There were a few snickers, but no one actually said anything to me. The chair next to me squeaked against the linoleum. I looked over as Tyler sat down.
"Hi," I said, trying to muster as much cheer to my voice as possible.
"Hey, Penny," he said without looking at me.
"Tyler?"
"Penny, I really don't feel like talking right now."
"Okay," I said softly and looked back down at my desk. "But I am sorry."
"You're sorry?" Tyler scoffed. "Right, I'm sure that you're real sorry that you're fucking our professor."
"Tyler!" I hissed.
"I can't do this." Tyler stood up and moved to the empty seat in front of him. I bit my lip. I had never wanted to hurt him. Our friendship meant so much to me, but he had never wanted to be my friend. There was nothing I could do to fix it.
When Professor Hunter walked into the room, Tyler's back stiffened. I closed my eyes. It was too painful to see Tyler this way. I so badly wanted for him to be happy.
"So, the first day of speeches was interesting," Professor Hunter said.
Several students laughed. Professor Hunter gave me a reassuring smile.
"I'm hoping that today will be a little more toned down. But I guess we shall see. First up, Heather Matthews."
Professor Hunter made his way to the back of the room.
Tyler looked in the opposite direction as he walked by.
Professor Hunter gave me a smile as he sat down in the seat next to me that was usually occupied by Tyler.
I put my left elbow on my desk and rested my chin in my hand.
I didn't care what anyone had to say during their speeches, all I wanted to do was stare at Professor Hunter.
He pulled out a stack of papers and began writing as Heather started talking. Professor Hunter folded the sheet of paper he was writing on and slid it onto my desk. He turned his attention back to the speech.
I slowly unfolded it and looked down at the message:
I wish we were alone right now.
I grabbed a pen out of my backpack and quickly wrote a response:
And what would you be doing to me if we were alone?
I slid the paper back onto his desk. I tapped my foot and bit the end of my pen, anxiously waiting for his response. When the person speaking finished, he quickly scribbled me a note and placed it on my desk.
Come to my office during lunch and find out. And stop biting your pen. That's not what belongs in your mouth.
I lowered my pen. I looked over at him and he flashed his panty dropping smile at me.
Everything below my waistline clenched. I gulped and quickly turned away.
There was no way that this afternoon could come soon enough.
My heartbeat was already accelerating in anticipation.
I folded the paper and slipped it into my pocket.
The thought of the naughty words so close to my skin made me even more excited.
When class finally ended I was surprised to see that Tyler didn't move. He waited patiently as the class emptied out. Then he rose from his seat and turned around.
"Mr. Stevens," Professor Hunter said.
"What you're doing is wrong," Tyler said. There was venom in his voice. I had never expected him to confront Professor Hunter. I gulped.
"Not everything is so black and white," Professor Hunter said calmly.
"In this case, it is."
"I beg to differ."
It looked like Tyler wanted to say something else, but instead he just glared at Professor Hunter. "This isn't going to end well," Tyler finally said.
"Are you threatening me?"
Tyler laughed. "No, I would never threaten my professor. I'm fully aware of where the line is, unlike some of us." Tyler shook his head, walked past us, and exited through the back door.
Professor Hunter was silent for a moment. "Penny, is that something I should be worried about?"
"I don't know. I asked him not to tell anyone."
"Then there's no use dwelling on it." He leaned in and gave me a swift kiss on the lips.
"Do you still want me to come to your office for lunch?"
"Of course." He held out his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up.
"Is 12:30 okay?"
"Sounds good. I'll pick us up something." He looked over his shoulder to make sure the room was still empty and then kissed me again. But this time it was hard, fierce, and possessive. When he drew back I felt slightly dizzy. He kissed my hand. "Until later."