Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“So, Jessie,” Becca says casually.
“Yes?”
“You’ve been writing for…forty minutes now.”
“Okay.”
“Whose shirt is that you’re wearing?” she asks. I look down. Yeah, I’m wearing August’s white button-down. I stole it this morning while he was in the shower because it smells like him, and I can’t get enough.
“She is gone,” Dani laughs from the doorway. “Look at her face!”
“Oh, I’m looking,” Becca says.
“And that’s not a crush-face. That’s not even a love-face. That’s the I-have-seen-God-and-he-has-an-amazing-body face.”
Everyone laughs, but I can only nod. “That’s…well, yeah. Accurate.”
“So…you did it?” Lourdes asks tentatively. I take a deep breath as something hits me. Despite the fact that the memories of what August and I did yesterday have been running through my mind all day, or the fact that I’ve been writing about it like a wannabe novelist, or the fact that I’m wearing his shirt, the reality of it all didn’t hit me until right now.
“Yeah…” I say slowly, my lips twisting into a smile. “We did.”
Silence. A pause that stretches on for what feels like minutes before Becca finally speaks. “And? How was it?”
Blush hits my cheeks like hot pins and needles. “It was good,” I reply. “It was so good.”
“How good?” Dani presses me like she’s a scientist on the verge of a major discovery.
A golden glow starts to expand within me. I set down the pen and look at my three friends. They’ve been with me since this all started. I can’t hold anything back from them.
Not like I want to anyway. I’m dying to share.
“He loved my dress.”
Lourdes nearly leaps out of her clothes, slapping her hands together. “I knew it!”
“He kissed me all over, told me I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and then he…” My voice trails off as the blush threatens to consume me. “Well…he taught me how it all works.”
“That’s a real polite way of saying you fucked your professor!” Becca remarks, causing everyone to laugh. Including me.
“God, that’s actually so hot,” Dani remarks. Becca and Lourdes both nod, and I am instantly taken back to August’s bed, lying beneath him as he looks down at me with those intent, caring eyes.
I can feel his thickness pressed against my entrance. I can feel him spreading me, stretching me past a point I never thought possible. The look on his face as he took me…
…the pleasure I gave him.
Lourdes leans in, curiosity painted all over her face. “Did he make you come?”
“Lourdes!” Becca gasps, but Lourdes just shrugs.
“It’s a legitimate question.”
She’s right. And I nod, thinking about our second session in the middle of the night when he woke me up. “Several times.”
“Oh my God,” Dani gasps. “I think I’m in love. You better watch out, Jessie. I might have to steal this man from you.”
“Yeah, you just try it.” I smirk, giving her my evil queen glare.
“So what’s the plan from now on? Think you can still be his student?” Becca asks.
“Plan?” I shrug. “There’s no plan. I’ll be a good girl—I mean, good student—”
My friends burst out laughing.
“Oh, you’ll be a good girl, all right,” Dani giggles. Becca reaches down and squeezes my shoulder. They group around me, giving off that friend-energy that you can only know with people who really care about you.
“So it’s love?” Becca asks softly.
Her question brings tears to my eyes, but I hold back. “Yes. It’s love.”
Still buzzing, glowing like a firefly, I’m crossing the quad for my afternoon seminar when Gerald steps in front of me.
I haven’t seen him since the last time, when August came over and made him retreat like a member of a weaker army. My heart jumps, and not in a good way, as he looks at me with that same thinning hair, those odd glasses, and the trying-too-hard jacket.
He smiles at me in a way that makes my skin crawl. “Miss Monroe, glad I caught you.”
Caught me? What am I, a fish?
Every instinct I have tells me to just walk around him. Keep moving. Pretend August is here to look out for me. I even glance over my shoulder, hoping to see him walking toward me.
But he’s not. And I’m alone.
“I have class—” I say.
“I just need a minute,” he interrupts. His voice has an odd, oily quality about it that makes me feel like I need a shower. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out his phone. Is he going to ask for my number? “I debated on whether I should show you this…but my conscience won’t let me stay silent.”
His voice has that tone of I’m doing this for you that parents always use when they’re scolding you.
I’m about to just walk away, but then he turns his phone screen around, and what I see freezes me.
It’s a photo of a place I instantly recognize: the outside of August’s office. The door is partially open, and through the gap, I can see August. He’s leaning against his desk in that sexy way he does, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his spectacular arms crossed over his chest.