Curveball(16)

She turns away from me, embarrassed, because she knows I am right.

I continue, “This is not over. We are not done.”

“Yes, we are.” Her tone is firm as she nods her head. “I’m sorry. I’ve worked too hard to give up my career for two nights of sex, no matter how good it was.”

I smile, but it fades quickly once she pulls away from me. “We’re both adults. It’s not like I’m in high school, and you’re some cradle-robber. How old are you?”

Setting her pen down in the crease of the book, she sighs and then closes her notebook. “Thirty and much too old for you now that I know how old you are.”

I move to the side of her desk and take a seat, stretching my fingers out to touch her shoulder but she scoots her chair back.

“That’s only an eight-year age difference. No one is going to haul you off to jail for having sex with me, Mrs. Robinson.”

She frowns. “It’s not about the legality of the situation. If you haven’t noticed, I am your Law and Ethics teacher. Ethics is the study of good and bad behavior, right and wrong.”

“I already showed you just how good bad could feel, baby. And I plan to show you again.” Staring down at her skirt, I lick my lips. “Spread your legs, and let me show you right now.”

She swallows and looks away from me, closing her legs at the same time. “Ethics is also knowing what is morally acceptable. While some professors get away with dating their students, it is ethically wrong, immoral, and frowned upon by institutions for a reason. I’m sure you have no problem finding girls to hook up with.”

Unlike the chicks on campus, spending another night with Teach will be a challenge for me. If she were any other girl, I would only have to invite her and her friends to one of our parties at Delta Sig.

I slide off the edge of the desk and stand over her. I attempt to keep my voice low, but it ends up sounding more like a growl. “I don’t want a girl. I want a woman. And I want you.”

“Well, you can’t always have what you want.”

She crosses her legs, drawing my attention to her bare skin and reminding me of how her thighs felt while wrapped around me.

“I always get what I want.” My bulky frame blocks her from view as I hear the doors behind me open, and then the room fills with chatter.

“See you next week.” Teach grips the edge of the desk and stands before walking around the other side. “Make sure you finish your assignment before the next class. You will not receive any form of special treatment from me. Understand?”

I nod, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Sure thing, Teach. But what about extra credit?”

“I don’t give extra credit.”

Without paying me another thought, she walks toward the center aisle to greet her incoming students. She pretends as though I do not exist, but that only makes me want her more.



Teach has been dodging all my calls and texts for days. Until now, I have never had a chick blow me off, and it fucking sucks. So, I did something that shocked the shit out of me and drove to Club Rave—like a goddamn stalker.

What am I even doing here?

She mentioned that she works on Thursday nights, and for whatever reason, that possessed me to come here. I figured it was less creepy than showing up at her apartment. But even that is debatable.

The back door of the club opens and girls shuffle out, breaking off into groups as they walk to their cars, rubbing their hands together to warm up. Among the crowd, I spot Teach, her blonde strands piled on top of her head in a high ponytail. She has a ton of makeup caked on her face even though she doesn’t need it.

I get out of my car, and she jumps when she hears the door slam. Our eyes meet for a split second before her gaze shifts to the ground. Without acknowledging me, she walks toward her car, quickening her pace and taking longer strides to get away from me. But I close the distance between us.

“Are you really going to ignore me?” My voice sounds loud in the quiet parking lot. “You know I only came here again, so I could see you.”

She looks up at me, her face twisted in disgust. “You shouldn’t have wasted your time. I already told you, a relationship between us cannot happen. You have no idea how much I need the teaching job to work out for me.”

She already has her keys in her hand and clicks the button on the remote to open the doors. I beat her to the handle and slide my backside along the car, blocking the door.

“C’mon, Mark. I’m tired, and I need to catch a few hours of sleep before I have to be on campus again.” She grips my hips and attempts to move me, but her effort is pointless. “I’m not joking.”

I take her hand in mine and massage her skin with my thumb before bringing it to my lips, planting kisses that spread a trail of goose bumps up her arm. “One more time. You know you want me as bad as I want you. Just give in already, Teach.”

She shakes her hand free and places her hands on her hips. “You might be used to hearing yes all the time from sorority girls, but I am not one of them. We already went over this on Monday. I am your professor, and you are my student. This cannot happen.”

I reach out and run my hands down her sides, my fingers grazing the edge of her tank top beneath her jacket, skimming her stomach. She doesn’t move, breathe, or speak. Then, she sucks in a deep breath, as if her entire body shut down from my touch.