We enjoy a filling breakfast together and I get dressed and am at the door ready to leave.
“When can I see you again?” Grant asks, wrapping his arms around me.
“Tomorrow in class,” is all I offer.
“When can you come over again?” he presses.
“Oh, I have lots of homework.”
“You can do your homework here,” he says encouragingly.
“Look Professor, you don’t have to do this. I’m a big girl, I understand if it was just this once.”
“Miss Clarkson, once is not enough for me. I want to see all of you again. Do I make myself clear?” He goes all Alpha Male on me.
“I will text you,” is all I commit to.
“Fair enough, see you in class tomorrow. Let me remind you that I always get what I want,” he clips out.
“Oh, I’m sure you do, Professor,” I say suggestively. As I walk out he pats my behind and closes the door.
When I walk into our apartment, Deena is having a bowl of cereal at the dining room table and Kara is on the sofa doing some homework.
“Hey girl, doing the walk of shame this morning?” Deena quips out.
“Haha, very funny. Are you jealous?” I retort.
“How do you know I didn’t get lucky last night too?”
“Knowing you, you did with Ken upstairs.”
“Did you really have a Close Encounter last night?” Kara asks.
“Yes,” I say calmly. Kara’s eyes go wide with surprise. I guess she didn’t think I had it in me. To be honest, I didn’t think I had it in me either. Not sure how I feel about it all.
“Who was it with?” Kara asks.
“That High School friend,” Deena chimes in, and I don’t correct her.
“Did you get your souvenir?” Kara inquires. I pull the wrapper from my purse and hold it gingerly between my fingers and both girls shriek.
“Where’s yours, Deena?” I challenge. She gets up and comes back from the bedroom with her proof.
“Was Ken from upstairs the lucky guy?” I ask.
“Maybe,” is all Deena cryptically offers.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you two,” Kara cries as she puts her face in her hands.
“See this calendar hanging here, I will write our names here and make tally marks as we go along,” Deena tells us. Guilt clouds my face. I’m cheapening last night with Grant. He was absolutely charming, and pampered me by cooking for me. If he knew about this bet we have going, I don’t think he would approve. With my head hung low I walk into my bedroom, undress and get in the shower. Maybe soap and a hot shower will wash off the sins of last night.
Chapter 6
clarissa
Monday morning as I’m walking into class, my gut tightens and my heart starts racing at the thought of seeing Grant again. He hasn’t arrived yet and I take a seat towards the back as usual. I take in my surroundings and the usual girls are sitting up front, jockeying for position to be Professor Montgomery’s next conquest, no doubt. Been there, done that. Next...
“Hey, how are you doing?” a friendly and hunky guy plops down in the seat next to me.
“Oh, hey, good. How about you?” I say politely. I recognize him from the last couple of classes. I think his name was Jason something.
“Barely got my rough draft done for today,” he shares.
“Are you a last minute homework kind of guy?” I tease with a smile.
“You could say that,” he says, smiling back at me. Just then Professor Montgomery walks into the room. My stomach does a flip at the sight of him; damn he is sexy. He paces back and forth across the classroom as he gives today’s lesson and I can barely concentrate on what he is saying. My mind keeps replaying our night together. I still can’t believe he has touched me in my most intimate places. I become aroused at the thought. In the midst of my daydreaming the class is starting to pack up their books and class is dismissed. As I’m heading out the door I hear Professor Montgomery call out to me.
“Miss Clarkson, may I have a word with you?” So much for being discreet! I turn around and Jason raises his eyebrows at me. Great.
“Yes, Professor,” I say, as I walk up to him. Most of the class has now filed out.
“I wanted to go over your paper with you,” he says, stalling for time as the last student walks out.
“So much for being discreet,” I say softly.
“Come over tonight,” he commands.
“I better not, we could get in trouble,” I offer cautiously.
“It’s too late for that,” he presses.
“Maybe tomorrow night, I have a biology test tomorrow,” I say, and it’s the truth.
“Well I don’t want to get in the way of your studies,” he says, raking a hand through his hair.
“I need to go and get to my next class,” I say turning on my heel and I can feel his eyes boring into my backside as I walk out of the classroom without a glance back.
At lunchtime, I meet up with Deena in the food court. We’re seated and eating our lunch when Jason from English saunters by with a couple of other hunky looking guys. They’re a little rowdy.
“Hey Clarissa,” he says, waving as he walks on by.