Love and History(14)

“Sorry I missed you. I did send you my schedule.” She didn’t volunteer where she’d been on purpose. Let him ask if he wanted to know.

“Where were you?” he asked matter-of-factly.

She leaned on the guest chair since he hadn’t invited her to sit. “I went to thank and scold Nelson.”

“Come over here,” he said.

Walking over, she stood next to him. “I’m not going to stop talking to Nelson because he’s a Dom. He’s not interested in me.”

“That’s not what I was going to say. I’m glad you thanked him. Sit on my lap,” Scott said.

Her eyes darted to the door, but she sat and slid her arms around his neck. “Are you glad he suggested this?” she asked.

His arms wrapped around her waist. “I am. You have an interesting weekend ahead of you. Starting with cooking me dinner tonight.”

She bit her lip. “I can’t. I’m sorry. Colleen is reading my paper now, and we’re having dinner to talk about it. I just found out after I sent my schedule.”

“After dinner, you can come by then,” he said.

“The paper has to get in soon for consideration so it gets published before they decide on tenure. I may have to fix it this weekend. You want me to get tenure, don’t you?” she asked.

“Of course, I do.” His hands slipped below her waist and gave her ass cheeks a squeeze.

She moaned. “Thank you.”

“Your paper might be perfect, and you’ll be free. Text me when you know. If I’m available, I might let you cook for me before I tie you up,” he said softly against her neck.

Shivering, she pressed close. “I’d like that and more.”

“Greedy.” He pinched her ass.

“More of whatever you want from me. The paper is strong, maybe some rough paragraphs, but I hope it won’t take all weekend. I’m comparing Much Ado About Nothing to the current climate of celebrity and fame.” She wanted to share everything with him. Her life, her body and her heart.

“Not now.” He kissed her.

Sinking into the embrace, she let his tongue invade her mouth and moaned when he pulled back.

“Maybe I can tell you about it this weekend? I’d love your input,” she said. He was an academic and understood the historical angles. She’d hoped he’d be interested.

“I really don’t know much about romantic literature. I actually have to get to some online class forum stuff. Just enough time for this.” He rubbed his hands over her rear again and slid her off of his lap.

Standing, she felt a chill in the room. “Sorry, I didn’t know. Maybe, you should send me your schedule as well so I don’t intrude.”

She left before he responded and walked with a snap in her step back to the English department. Scott wasn’t one for romantic entanglements according to Nelson. He didn’t want to talk about her work. She knew what she wanted, but maybe all Scott needed was the sexual sub and not a relationship along with it.

In her office, she closed her eyes and focused on what he’d said, not how he made her feel. Last night, he’d wanted to see if they were sexually compatible before they got deep into conversation. Obviously, they worked in bed. She wasn’t young enough or foolish enough to think she was in love with him yet.

Nothing she knew about Scott made her hold back, however. She could easily fall in love with him very fast if they found their groove. It was too early to jump to conclusions. Still, if Scott wasn’t looking to love his submissive, maybe Nelson wasn’t as good of a matchmaker as he thought.

* * * *

Scott had been annoyed all day Friday after Bridget had left. Spending a night alone had been frustrating. She hadn’t texted him either. Now, it was late afternoon on Saturday, and he was watching his phone. Only fools believed Doms held all the power.

Two nights ago, he’d been fine, watching some documentary or one of the many history or military channels while grading papers. Right now, he would normally be making a list for the grocery store tomorrow. Sunday was the one day he skipped the gym in favor of avoiding crowds and running early errands.

Even the gym hadn’t helped this morning. He’d graded his papers, and nothing on TV tempted him. Now, instead of the online sales, he surfed her screen name at the BSDM fetish group. Rereading her blog made him nervous. She wanted a relationship. The fact should turn him off. He could pull the plug now with minimal damage. She might not be happy, but she’d be mature about it.

The bottom line was he didn’t want to. He needed more of her. They had things in common that would make her a good companion for him. Sharing space and expenses with someone didn’t scare him. However, bringing up the topic of love and romance too soon could ruin whatever they might have. Those issues scared him.