“Good to know you are 19 years old, drink illegally but you don’t drive intoxicated.”
“I’m glad you don’t hate me, sir.”
“Where were you before?”
“Why? Do you care?” I giggled again.
He looked around, seemingly worried to be seen with me at this hour.
“I care about all my students. Where did you leave your keys?” His british accent was so hot.
“The lift.”
“What’s his number?”
I laughed again. “I don’t know.”
He put a hand on his forehead. He barely had any wrinkles but again he was only thirty-eight years old.
“Give me one of your friend’s number so I call them and have you let in your dorm.”
“My roommate… P- Penelope is the only one who has the key to our dorm.”
“What’s her number?”
“I am afraid she is a little busy,” I say, recalling her with a boy going upstairs, while they were both drunk.
To my surprise, the lift driver came back.
“Ma’am, you forgot your purse in the backseat.”
Professor Mr. Reynolds makes sure I’m on my feet before going to the cab driver to grab the purse.
He thanked him and came back to the main entrance.
“You are reckless,” he murmured under his breath as he opened the door.
I could barely walk so he accompanied me to my dorm. That’s when he opened the door to my room too. It was a lot messier than I left it but Penelope obviously wasn’t there.
Before Mr. Reynolds closed the door, I grabbed his shirt.
“Please, please, don’t leave,” I begged like a puppy and he seemed worried to be this close to my room.
“Wait on your bed. I’ll bring you some water.”
I sat on the bed; my head was throbbing and I knew I was going to regret the way I acted with my history teacher but I couldn’t care less right now. All I knew was that I wanted him to stay with me.
I looked down at what I was wearing, I forgot I had a little skirt on me and a very deep cleavage top. It was probably freezing outside. Mr. Reynolds didn’t look at my body once.
Why didn’t he notice me? Was I really so ugly like Penelope thought?
I struggled to take off my top. I had to show him what a hottie I was, maybe that would have tempted him especially this late at night… in my empty dorm.
My bra was pink and with lace. Perfect. That should have worked.
When he came back, he immediately rushed into the room and closed it behind him, worried anyone could see him and me.
“What the hell are you doing? Get dressed.” He grabbed a random blanket from Penelope’s bed and threw it on me.
“You don’t find me attractive?”
He put the water bottle on the desk near me while my body was fully covered by the blanket.
“You are a child to me.”
“I am 19! I am grown woman,” I pulled away the blanket exposing my full cup looking amazing in this bra.
The nerve in his forehead was exploding as he grabbed back the blanket and put it on me while he held it down.
“You are my student. You are very beautiful but that’s all. You are just a young immature woman to me and I am a married man with a child. What you are doing is inappropriate and I will tell the director if you don’t stop.”
Professor Reynolds found me beautiful. Oh my god. That’s all I cared about.
I was shocked to hear he had a child and he considered me immature, though.
“Fine. Have it your way.” I opened the water bottle and drank. He sat on Penelope’s bed with his head between his hands as he waited for me to be ok.
“Just so you know, I am not immature,” I stated.
He barely looked at me.
“Are you feeling better?”
“No. I feel horrible,” I lied.
“Put your top back on.”
I did as he said since I knew I had no chance of disobeying him and he turned around when I put it.
“Why were you on campus?” I asked.
“I guess I am just as careless as you are, I forgot my bag.”
I stood up wobbly and I hit my toe on the side of the desk, I was about to fall when he caught me. His tight muscular body pr**sed against my chest and his arms wrapped around my waist. I felt the heart stuck in my chest and I knew he must have felt it too. He didn’t say a word and he stared at my eyes longer than necessary.
Suddenly I threw up on his shirt.
I gasped and took a step back. His white shirt was ruined. I felt horrible and disgusted by myself. Of course, he won’t find me beautiful anymore.
Tears threatened my eyes, I was ready for him to yell at me and hit me. I instinctively shielded my body. I waited for the hit but it never came. An insult, anything.
I peeked at him through the fingers of my hand and I couldn’t decipher his expr**sion.
“Nadia, it’s okay. We will clean it,” he said worried and my name on his lips tasted like honey. His eyes seemed filled with terror and confusion. So was I. I thought he would be furious but he was calm as if I did nothing bad.
I went with him to the bathroom, grabbing my boyfriend’s hoodie because my professor had nothing else to change into. I felt very awake and not drunk anymore.
He took off his shirt and I looked down, still nervous.
Mr. Reynolds put on Sebastian’s small hoodie-which he promised he would give back to me tomorrow-and turned around to look into my eyes. I felt so stupid.
“Did you think I was going to hit you?”
His words surprise me. He seemed hurt I’d even thought this of him.
“No… just-,” I stammer. Just used to my father hitting me.
“Is everything okay with your boyfriend?”
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