He made every effort not to look at me. It was both amusing and frustrating. I found my fist clenching as often as my lips hinted at a smile. My stomach coiled as much as my heart skipped beats.
The sensations were disarming, not to mention out of place. Our conversation yesterday couldn’t have really changed that much between us, could it? I didn’t want to think so. I didn’t want to accept that the knowledge that we shared the same kind of pain had peeled away a layer of the hatred I carried for him.#p#分页标题#e#
I ran my fingers through my hair and stared at the clock. The third hand that counted the seconds was moving deathly slow. Eternities passed between each movement of the second hand. Just like a watched pot never boiled, apparently, a watched clock rarely ticked.
“My apologies, Miss Hamilton,” Keaton drawled from the front of the class. “Am I boring you?”
I snapped my attention back to him and realized I was midyawn. Shit. “Yes,” I answered partially honestly. Mostly, I had no fucking clue what he was talking about.
“Enough,” he demanded as quiet giggles and snorts rippled through the room. “See me in my office at the end of class, please.”
A thrill ran through me. His office? Oh man.
“Okay.”
“Do you think it’s possible for you to stay awake for the remainder of the lesson?”
“I’ll try my hardest, sir.”
“I’m honored,” he drawled. “Now, turn to page three hundred and try to keep up.”
I held his glare for a moment and made a show of opening my book. I was deliberately pissing him off, and as his fingers twitched at his side, I knew that it was a mistake. The man had the shortest patience span on Earth, and my antics were sure to result in his hand across my backside at the very least.
Problem was, that didn’t bother me as much as I’d thought it would. Actually, I was looking forward to it. He had a way of making spanking foreplay. Hell, knowing that it made him hard made me wet. I was pretty sure he could hit me three times and I’d be bending over and wiggling my ass at him.
“This will be your topic for the next ten days. The final product will be a five-thousand-word paper. Your paper must cover all aspects of the subject extensively and have sources of information quoted. Treat it as seriously as you would your midterms.” Keaton capped his marker and set it on his desk. “You may start now.”
If only I knew what I was starting…
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
Subject: Help.
Dear Professor,
I seem to have missed something. What exactly am I supposed to be writing about?
Xoxo, Darcy.
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
Subject: Someone keeping you up at night?
Darcy,
Perhaps attempt to actually read your textbook. You’ll find the answers to your questions in the next three chapters.
Did the coffee not work?
J
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
Subject: Is my vibrator a person?
Dear Professor,
Ah. I see. Thank you for your help.
No, the coffee did not work. I don’t think it works if you were up all night after dirty dreams.
Xoxo, Darcy.
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
Subject: Dirty dreams?
Darcy,
Please elaborate.
J
To:
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From:
[email protected]
Subject: Yes.
Dear Professor,
Of course. Mud and a desperate need for a shower… Oh, and me bent over your desk, wearing nothing but a garter belt, stockings, and heels while you fuck me.
Also, I fucked your face in the backseat of your car.
Xoxo, Darcy.
To:
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From:
[email protected]
Subject: Hmm.
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Darcy,
Dreams can come true.
J
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
Subject: Hmm?
Dear Professor,
Is this your way of telling me you’ll be fucking my brains out after class? I have the outfit in my bag, just in case. I’m all about preparation.
Xoxo, Darcy.
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
Subject: Hmmm.
Darcy,
No. I’m telling you that, in approximately forty-five minutes, you’ll be wishing you never gave me your panties.
Take that as you will.
J
To:
[email protected]
From:
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Subject: Um.
Dear Professor,
You’re a bastard.
Xoxo, Darcy.
I squeezed my thighs together at the implication of his words. The worst part about this exchange was because he had my panties. My pussy was wet and there was nowhere for it to go except for my seat. Shit! I reached into my bag and pulled a tissue out. Then I discreetly put it under the table.
Even more discreetly, I put it between my legs and wriggled in the hope that it’d preserve some of my dignity.