8. Anna
CHAPTER 8
Anna
M y week was shit. Everything that could have gone wrong did. And to top it off, I was late to Mr. Don’t Ever Be Late ’s class. In my peripherals, I could see Dr. Hart grab a sheet off the podium and saunter over to me. His crotch blocked my line of sight as he stood there, holding out the paper.
I could’ve sworn his cock twitched behind his expensive looking slacks.
I could feel the drool trickling out of my mouth. My eyes snapped up to his face, where I was met with another heart stopping grin. I took the pretest I was violently unprepared for, and our hands brushed for the briefest of moments.
My stomach erupted in butterflies.
“You’ll need to stay after class.” He turned to walk away, leaving me stunned and lost for words.
A guy with dark hair across the room from me laughed and muttered something under his breath. My eyes stung with tears. Dr. Hart looked back at me, his expression turning to stone.
“Do you have something you want to speak about, Mr. Tomlison?” He made his way across the classroom to where the student sat, shaking his head so quickly I feared his neck would snap. “Are you sure?” He prompted, planting both his hands on the desk, hovering over my classmate.
My grip on the utensil in my hand tightened with the knot forming in my stomach.
“I love a good laugh.” His voice was almost too quiet to hear, the guttural sound of his words dropping octaves. “And you seem to be having a good time over here.”
The pencil in my hand snapped. The wood splintered in my grip as lead stained my palm. It was all I could do to control the shaking in my fingers and refocus on the pretest that sat blank in front of me. The first tear fell. I wiped at my face, hoping no one saw.
I wanted to go home, drop out, quit my job, and not leave my bed for three days. The sharp scent of woody musk stuck to my nose.
“Here,” his voice soft, as my eyes met his bright blue ones.
Dr. Hart handed me a pen, it was engraved with his name. When I didn’t take it, he set it down and made his way to the front of the class.
One by one, everyone finished their pretests and made their way out. There was just one other person and me, with fifteen minutes left of class. I hadn’t answered a single thing. I couldn’t comprehend a single question. Tears threatened to fall again.
God, Anna, at least wait until you get home to break down.
The other person turned their test in and left. My heart kicked up in my chest as my eyes trailed down the sheet in front of me.
The blank page mocked me.
Dr. Hart’s footsteps sounded. I couldn’t meet his eyes as he spoke, “You haven’t answered anything.” His body shifted in front of me, leaning down so his face was all I could see. He was so close I could feel the whispers of his breath across my wet cheeks.
Shit, I was crying.
“Why not?”
His question was valid; my reaction wasn’t.
More tears flowed as I shook my head.
Well, this is it. I’m going to drop this class and pass away. I miserably sucked in gulps of air.
“It was too hard.” Or maybe I was too stupid, I berated myself as the words fell out of my mouth.
I managed to calm myself enough to look at him. His pupils dilated as our eyes met, him studying me like a new subject. The heartbeat in the center of his throat raged rapidly against the milky skin. Just watching him set off a rhythmic thumping between my legs. He swallowed, and my eyes followed the slow movement of his Adam's apple. My gaze softened as I admired him.
From this close, he was like everything my father warned me about.
He was every sin, every bad thing that one shouldn't want.
I squeezed my thighs together, the scent of my arousal wafting up to my nose.
He was everything I’d ever dreamed of.