“Let’s start with an easy question. Who can tell me the difference between modernism and post-modernism?”
My hand shot up before the question was finished and without my intending to do so. It had been more than a month since the last time I’d even bothered, and it garnered a response. A minute one, an infinitesimal glance my way from his hazel eyes, but a reaction nonetheless. Only a day ago it might have been enough to spark hope in my heart, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. Not if I was going to survive my final days as an undergrad and the decision I’d made for my future.
Chapter 2
Gabe
Eyes up. Eyes up. Fifty students in this class, you should be able to keep your fucking eyes off of one! This thought kept running through my head on a loop.
Ever since Charlotte Young walked into my classroom, I’d spent the better part of my days wrestling with the dirty fantasies she inspired. If we’d met any other way, I would have pounced on her in a fucking instant. I couldn’t though, because she was my student and the school had a strict no fraternization rule. Not to mention there was a ten-year difference in our ages. Yes, I’d abused my position and pulled her student records to check. Not just her age, either. I memorized every single fact the school had on her. But, I was completely taken with the girl, and as the end of the semester neared, I’d just about given up entertaining the idea of letting her go.
I had to get through the class and the only way I could control myself was to ignore her. I couldn’t look at her beautiful face, with her flowing, blonde hair and pink, rosebud lips. My gaze would inevitably drop to her perky tits, not large but the perfect size to fit in my palms. She always sat in the front row, torturing me with her long, lean legs. She wore skirts more often than not and the view brought thoughts of burying my head between them, or having them wrapped tight around me. Fuck, everything about her made me dream about her naked body. It’s why I’d so studiously ignored her all semester.
When I’d pass over her hand in class, barely glancing at her, in that millisecond of eye contact, I could see the hurt. It stabbed my chest with pain, but this was the way it had to be until she was no longer my student. The one time she approached me during office hours, I brushed her off and hightailed my ass out of there as quickly as possible. I knew if I stayed, I’d have her spread out on my desk with my mouth on her pussy in seconds.
One week, I had one more week of cold showers and sleepless nights. I’d already checked my rosters for next semester and her name wasn’t on a single one of them. At first I’d felt a surge of relief, but then I’d realized I wouldn’t have the chance to see her every day and it had pissed me off. As insane as it sounded, I’d have preferred to take the torture of lecturing with a rock-hard dick every class if it meant I got to see her three times a week.
It was finally Friday. Halle-fucking-lujah. The test was Monday and then my wait would be over. It was still against the rules for us to be together, but I’d finally decided I didn’t fucking care. I’d be able to do—
“Hey!” My thoughts were interrupted when Mark Baker, another student, called out to Charlotte as she was packing up her things. I’d purposely kept my back to her, but I turned just enough to covertly watch the exchange.
The punk put his hand on her shoulder and I tamped down the instinct to break his hand. “What are you up to tonight, Char?” Charlotte. She hated being called by a nickname.
“Charlotte,” she corrected. A smug little smirk tugged at my lips. “Packing, I guess. I have to be out of my dorm after my last final next week.” What the fuck?
Charlotte still had a semester before she was done with her undergrad. Why was she being kicked out of her housing?
“Why are you being kicked out of housing?” Well, at least you’re good for something, Mark.
“Oh, I’m not, I gave my notice and am moving off campus.”
Her words washed over me, leaving some relief behind. I wasn’t about to let anything stand in my way, and Charlotte living off campus would make it easier to keep our relationship under the radar.
“Oh, well, if you get done early and want to do something, let me know.” Over my dead body, you little fucker.
She offered him a small smile even while she turned him down, and it was all I could do to not punch his fucking lights out so he couldn’t see how beautiful she was. “Thanks. But, my sister and her husband are coming to help me move all of my stuff to the new place tonight and tomorrow.” She sighed and shook her head ruefully. “My brother-in-law is a little over protective and bought me the apartment even when I told him it wasn’t necessary. I would have been just as happy staying with them while I figure stuff out. I would have preferred it actually, because I could have spent more time with my baby nephew.“