Dear Professor(79)
“From the university server. And I know your name because I ran your car plate. You probably don’t want to know how I got all of that info, given your major.” She grinned. “I’m a computer programmer, if that explains anything.”
“Quite a lot, actually.” I paused as a waitress came over and took our order. I got a Coke, but what I really wanted was a vodka. “Okay, so…why am I here?” Crap. That sounded rude.
Christina’s lips quirked to the side. “Because of Jordan Keaton.”
“I worked that much out for myself, but that doesn’t really explain a thing.”
“Because of your relationship with him, Darcy. You need to know that you aren’t the only one.”
No shit, I thought. Seeing him play tonsil tennis with my English professor clued me into that bitch of a piece of info.
“Okay, one, how do you know that I have any kind of relationship with him? And, two, what the hell does that even mean?”
Our drinks were brought to us right at that moment, and Christina took a long drink of hers before she set it down and focused on me.
Her smile was wry. “I’ve made it a personal…point…to keep an eye on him since I graduated. Let me guess—you need your letter of recommendation, right?”
“Seriously.” I gave her a flat look. “I have things to do. Get to the point.”
She dropped the friendly pretense. “You’re not the only student he’s fucked. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last.”
I would have been shocked if I’d had anything left in me to be shocked with. “You.”
“One of.” She smacked her lips together and averted her eyes for a moment.
“How was he your professor if you’re a computer programmer?”
“I’m a history geek. I needed credits, so I took history.” She sighed and met my eyes. “I’m not proud of our relationship. In fact, I fucking hated him. He’s nothing but a lying, blackmailing piece of shit. He had me tied into sleeping with no one but him, yet he was out fucking anything that had a vagina between its legs.”
Apparently, that was a trait he carried through.
“So, why did you do it?” I asked.
“Same reason as you are. He doesn’t just pick any students. He always picks cam girls. I did my shows privately on a couple of porn websites, not an organized company like you.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Is there anything you don’t know about me?”
“Your bra size—although, if you gave me five minutes, I could probably find out.”
“I’m good, thanks.” I rubbed the corner of my eye. “Look, Christina, I need my letter of recommendation. My chance of getting into Harvard is absolutely nil if I don’t have one from him. Or if he reveals what I do in my free time.”
“You can get out of this.” She leaned forward, her light-blue eyes imploring me to listen to her. “Here.” She put a piece of paper in front of me on the table. “This is the other girl he coerced into sleeping with him last year. If you called her, you could probably have enough to threaten him with to get your letter and then you’ll be out of this whole situation.”
I stared at the folded piece of paper before meeting her eyes. “You really think that’ll work?”
“Absolutely. It’s three against one and little-to-no proof that all of us have been…online performers.” Her wry smile was back. “You have my number. There’s Rhiannon’s. Let us know what you decide to do.” She grabbed her paper cup full of soda and stood.
“Christina?”
“Yeah?” She glanced over her shoulder.
“How well did you know him?”
“I can tell you every mole on his back and every dip of muscle on his stomach.”
“Not his body. Him as a person.”
She stood still for a long moment before she said, “I knew he was a bastard. I never hung around long enough to find out anything else. If you were smart, you’d do the same.”
She walked away, leaving me sitting at the booth… With the bill the waitress placed on the table the moment the door shut.
I sighed and put ten dollars down to cover it. Then I left. She had a point. If I were smart, I’d drive to his house right now, throw everything I know in his face, and blackmail him right back.
And I was. Smart. But I was also cunning… And a little bit of a bitch.
I had this information, but going in guns blazing wouldn’t get me out of this situation. Despite my thoughts before, I wanted out. I didn’t want to be wanted by him anymore. I didn’t want to feel his skin against mine or his mouth exploring my body.