Dear Professor(41)

Xoxo, Darcy.



He frowned and hit reply, ignoring Carly’s sigh of annoyance. Her frustration had nothing on his.



To: darcy_h345@gmail.com

From: jkeat@gmail.com

Subject: Message received.



Darcy,

My next class is in 45. I’m in my office.

J



To: jkeat@gmail.com

From: darcy_h345@gmail.com

Subject: Over and out.



Dear Professor,

On my way.

Xoxo, Darcy.



Jordan’s eyebrows shot up. When she’d said ASAP, she’d really meant it. He was incredibly curious as to the problem. He hoped she wasn’t going to bring with her more resistance attempts or bullshit arguments. He was tiring of them, and though he guaranteed she’d like it when his patience ran out, he didn’t want it to happen just yet. He had his self-control by a thread, and he was determined to keep hold of it until the time was right.

Finally, he looked up and gave Carly Banks the attention she was so clearly craving. “I have a student coming in to discuss their grades. We’ll revisit this conversation at a later date.”

She beamed, obviously happy with his response. “Of course.” She leaned across the table.

But he turned his face, so her lips brushed his cheek instead. She straightened with a disappointed glimmer in her eyes but didn’t say another word. Instead, she did up two buttons of her blouse, confirming his suspicions, and left his office.

Thank fuck for that. She’d barely been in the room for five minutes, but she’d sucked all the life out of it. He needed to open a window or ten to get fresh air back into it so he could breathe more easily.

His mind went back to Darcy, as it so often did when he was alone. If he ruled out his immediate thoughts, he had no idea what she could possibly want to discuss with him. It sure as hell wasn’t her grades. He was sure she could write an essay blindfolded, without any prompts, and she’d get no lower than an A.

She was almost too perfect. She was smart and beautiful. Surely there was more to her than that? No one was that simple. After all, he himself had his secrets. He had things he kept inside, things he had no intention of sharing with anyone else.

He knew that his past was better staying in his past. Bringing it into the here and now would do nothing but cause him pain.#p#分页标题#e#

He rubbed his hand down his face at that thought. He wasn’t going to go there, not back to that time. He’d left it behind, buried it beneath a myriad of flash affairs and bad decisions.

Three knocks rattled the glass of his office door. It was ajar, and he saw the moment one suede boot peeked up. His gaze followed up the long leg it was attached to and over the curve of her chest before finally coming to rest on her face.

Darcy.

She’d barely stepped into the room, but the air in the room was coming back to life. It hummed with electricity and excitement, vibrating across his skin and making the hairs on his arms stand on end.

Her eyes were the darkest indigo, and as she shut the door and the light caught her eyes, he’d swear they glinted with a deep-purple hue. No sooner had he seen it than it was gone, and she blinked. Her dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail—one he wanted to wrap around his fist as he fucked her.

“Sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt if you were busy,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around her stomach.

“Not at all.” He closed his laptop and sat back. “What’s wrong?”

She opened her mouth then closed it again. Her light-pink tongue flicked out and wetted her lips. He followed the slow movement with his eyes, and when her tongue paused in the middle of her top lip, blood shot to his cock.

“I have to work tonight.”

“So do what you did two days ago.”

“That’s the thing.” She finally met his eyes and, with a tiny shake of her head, said, “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

She sighed and let her waist go. “I called my boss earlier to request time off. She said I could have two weeks, but I have to work tonight because she couldn’t reschedule another girl to take my show. My public show.”

Jordan’s eyebrows shut up. A public show? “And you couldn’t do a private one?”

Darcy shook her head. “Why do you think I’m here? I either have to do a solo or find someone to fuck me while I do it, and it’s not something that’s negotiable.”

He sat forward and rested his chin on his hand. His thumb stroked across his whiskery jaw as he studied her, contemplating the situation. Having other people watch her was out of the question, even if he was watching too.

Jordan Keaton didn’t share well. Or at all.