Princely Passions 2(131)

I backed my way into the nurses station, Christine cradled in my arms. She’s nuzzling my chest now, her eyes still not open, and I have to wonder what she’s dreaming about to have that kind of reaction to it.

I bark at the student nurse who comes out of the examination room, “Look at her, now! I think she has a concussion!”

With a gulp and a nod, the student opens the door wide and I carry Christine into the room. Hopefully, now, we can get her some help.





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Christine





All right, fine. I’ve been awake for ten minutes now. I’ll admit it.

Well, only to you. I’m not about to admit it to Sex-on-a-Stick Professor here.

I mean, what would you do if you awoke to the man of your dreams carrying you in his arms? Snuggle in further and start sniffing his cologne while imagining yourself licking your way up his body?

That’s what I thought.

And what if you saw Professor Sex eyeing your chest?

I mean how can I not as a red-blooded American woman not give him a better view?

Being carried in his arms, his eyes on me, makes me want to let my arm fall so I can accidentally squeeze his cock.

Maybe he then let me give him an accidental blowjob. And we can have some accidental sex.

Right. I’m supposed to be completely shocked about George, right?

I should be. But I’m sorta just relieved.

In fact the biggest thing I wish I could do right now is go on Facebook and change my relationship settings. Only, I’m supposed to be comatose.

Except, I’ll admit, my acting skills are, like, nonexistent. He’s busy telling the student nurse that he thinks I have a concussion and yeah, my head hurts a little – I must’ve hit it on something when I blacked out – but I’m pretty sure it’s just a scratch. Certainly not concussion worthy.

I just want to go back to the point where he was carrying me around in his arms. His arms that are so damn muscular and sexy, I’m sure there are girls who spontaneously started ovulating just by glancing at them. I know I felt…well, fuck, amazeballs to have them wrapped around me.

Except now he’s laid me down on some hard table and he’s stepped away. I can still smell him so I know he’s still in the room, but his warmth isn’t wrapped around me anymore. Dammit. I shiver, the cold of the table seeping through my bones.

The junior nurse, lackey, whatever his title is, suddenly starts prying my eyelid open and shooting a bright light into it.

“Oww!” I holler, swatting the offending light away and then freeze. Goddammit.

Did I mention that I suck ass at acting? Apparently, that includes playing dead when someone shines a flashlight in my eye. They should warn people about that sort of thing beforehand.

I slowly open up my eyes, blinking slowly against the bright fluorescent lights.

“She’s perfectly fine, Professor Trask,” the student nurse says with a chuckle. “Let’s sit up now, Ms…” he consults his scribbled notes, “Christine.”

With a groan that isn’t entirely faked, I swing my legs over the side of the table and sit up. I don’t want to look at Professor Trask, I really, really don’t, he’s going to be rolling his eyes in disgust with me faking it, except I can’t help it, I have to look, I have to know…

I risk a quick sidelong glance and am surprised to see him smiling at me – a look of genuine worry and concern on his face. He isn’t pissed.

Wow. That’s cool.

The nurse quickly washes and cleans the scratch on my temple and says, “It’s not big enough to need a bandage,” and I can hear the derision in his voice when he says it. Dammit. I shrink in a little. I shouldn’t have pretended. I actually try really hard to always make the right choice in every situation, but his arms…his smell…

I’m telling you, you would’ve pretended too.

“I’m going to head back to work,” Professor Trask says, and looks back at me. “Ms. Christine – I hope you feel better soon,” and walks out of the examination room. My eyes follow him wistfully. Fuck, he’s got a hot ass.

“Looked your fill?” the student nurse sneers.

I ignore him and push myself off the exam table. It was time go bathe in wine and chocolate and pretend today didn’t happen. First George and his stripper lap dance, and then being humiliated in front of the sexiest professor of all time.

Yup, definitely a dark chocolate and red wine kind of day. 9:30 isn’t too early to start drinking, right?

I didn’t think so.





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Anders





With a sigh, I open up another folder as I sit at my desk. I have to choose which student I’m going to recommend for the UN Consultancy Program from NYU, and needless to say, there’s grad students who’d give their right arm to get into that program. This isn’t going to be an easy process to choose.