Page 6 of His Favorite Student
That’s what Ishoulddo. Instead, I lean in closer than I should. “You do, however, have a serious gap in your education.”
Her adorable brow furrows. “I…I do?”
“A pretty significant one.” I reach down and take her pen from her. Just holding something she’s touched causes my pants to tighten. I sit down beside her, and she turns to face me.
Her eyes…I start to lose myself in them. Brown like expensive wood or really good coffee. Warm, deep, and filled withsomething I desperately desire. “Your question today was good. You’re clearly intelligent, Jessie. But there are…entiresystemsof the human body. Critical systems that I believe you are unfamiliar with and the current curriculum will not cover.”
She looks back at me with those trusting eyes, and for just a brief moment, I see a flicker—a tiny twinkle that she might just know what I’m getting at.
“Okay…”
“So, Miss Monroe. I’m going to tutor you. Supplemental sessions in my office.”
She blinks. So innocent. So naïve. “That’s…so sweet of you to offer, Professor, but I wouldn’t want to be a burden—”
“It wasn’t an offer,” I say firmly. “It’s happening. And I expect to see youtoday, in my office, after your last class.”
My words come out with a bit more bite than I’d intended. Not the calm, cool, precise voice I used in the operating room when I needed to get something done with no mistakes.
No, I’m cracking inside. Losing hold of the thing I pride myself on most: my control.
Jessie remains very still. My eyes rake her body, down her T-shirt to her jean shorts, the smooth skin of her long legs. I can already tell she’s incredibly fertile. It would be a crime not to breed her as soon as possible.
Finally, she nods. “Okay. That should be around four-thirty.”
“Good.” I don’t want to go, but if I stay here any longer, it’s going to cause a scene. Get people talking. So using all my strength, I stand.
“Um, Professor?” she asks, her sweet voice bubbling up through my bones. “What will we be covering? Maybe if you gave me something to look at, I could prepare in advance—”
“No need for that,” I reply, looking down at her one more time. My eyes will simply not focus anywhere else. “Just come. Today. Four-thirty.”
“Should I bring anything?” she asks. My mind instantly goes to the conversation her friends were having.Shit. Keep it together.
“No,” I say, forcing a smile. “Just your body.”
I should not have said that. Before I say too much again, I turn and walk quickly away. I don’t look back. I know if I do, and I see her sitting there in the sun, looking like the absolute goddess she is, I will lose all control.
I’ll take her right there, right in front of everybody. I’ll fuck her senseless and lose my job and ruin her life forever.
No. Not now. Four-thirty seems like an eternity away, but if I have to wait, I will.
She’s worth it. And shewill be mine.
3
AUGUST
Jessie showsup four minutes early. Of course she does. She’s a model student and wants to make sure I know.
I hear her dainty knock on the door and stand up from my desk. But then I sit down again. I’m a grown man. I’m not going over to that door like a dog who just heard the treat box open.
I take a breath and collect myself. I’ve performed some of the most dangerous medical procedures ever and my hands never shook. But right now, I feel the hint of a tremble.
What is this girl doing to me?
I wait a moment, then call out to her, “Come in!” The door opens, and it’s like I’m hit with a paralytic.
She stands there in a floral yellow dress that might look domestic on someone else but makes her look like a sex kitten. My mouth waters as I look her over, fighting to maintain composure.
