The Professor

Chapter 17

DALIA

Friday had come around and I was still ecstatic thanks to the conversation Noah and I had last Friday night. I actually couldn’t stop myself from giggling whenever I replayed the words he had said to me.

He couldn’t get me out of his head. Noah couldn’t get me out of his head.

I began to giggle again and Norma shot me a look, making me pause. “What?” I asked as she pressed the button for the third and fifth floor on the elevator panel with a faint tremor of amusement on her lips.

“Nothing. I'm just thinking about how accessible you are in that dress.”

“I have no idea what you mean,” I replied, fiddling with the zip of my jacket as the elevator doors slid shut.

“I’m just saying it looks easy to slip off.”

“Oh my God,” I muttered, staring at her in mock horror, and she shrugged before I shook my head at her. Underneath the jacket, I was wearing a sundress that stopped at mid thigh and had spaghetti straps, and like she said… it was easy to slip off. “It is.”

A snort escaped her while the corner of my mouth tugged up. “Avery is going to give you hell if she sees you in that in his office.”

“She can go f**k herself,” I said, remembering Avery’s reaction when she saw me in the yard minutes ago.

She had scowled and actually came up to me to call me an attention-seeking w***e. That was the same thing she had called me when I wore a crop top to campus in my first year but the comment hadn’t been as direct as she made it today. Of course I could report her but I’d done that a couple of times in my first year after she started harassing me but nothing ever came out of it so I’d just learned to let her behavior towards me roll off my back.

Besides, I was too happy to let her ruin my mood and the reason I was happy was because I was going to see Noah today. He had been all I could think of every night since last Friday and everything inside me buzzed at the thought of seeing him because I hadn’t seen him all week.

Last Saturday, he’d called to let me know that he’d be absent this week because he needed to deal with some family issues and he had gotten a bruised rib from his fight. The latter had worried the heck out of me but he’d assured me that he was alright and texted me everyday to let me know that he was still alive.

We didn’t really talk about us though so when he called me an hour ago to let me know he’d finally be on campus and that he’d been thinking about me all week, I was sure that he wasn’t going to take back what he said last Friday.

I was also sure that I needed him to pound me stupid once he got better.

The elevator’s doors slid open on the third floor and Norma waggled her eyebrows at me as I stepped out before saying, “The offices are not soundproof, Dalia.”

I rolled my eyes at that because I wasn’t planning on doing what she thought I was going to but a grin pulled at my mouth because I was going to do something a bit crazy. “I’m aware.”

****

NOAH

This week had been a total s**t-show.

Starting with the discomfort caused by my bruised rib to Shane showing up on my doorstep to threaten me because I told dad Allison was pregnant for him and then the most annoying of them all – Shane and Allison claiming she was pregnant for me, not him.

I actually wasn’t worried about the claim – that would easily be resolved with a paternity test – but I had a bunch of Shane and Allison’s friends and Allison’s family members on my ass since Monday, telling me I was a despicable person for abandoning Allison, lying about her cheating on me with Shane and trying to palm the baby off on Shane.

It was a major f*****g headache.

As I crossed out a clue in the newspaper crossword puzzle I was working on, a knock came on the door, and I looked up to see Dalia walk into the office. I pulled up short.

“Dalia.” My voice came out as a whisper as I dragged my gaze over her, my body heating just at the sight of her, and she flashed me a smile while shutting the door.

“Hey Noah,” she said, walking over to the table in front of me with my eyes fixed on her before she peered through the transparent cover of the box on the table. “Are those muffins?” she asked and I nodded, leaning forward to open the box.

Javier had given it to me when I dropped by his restaurant on my way here and since Dalia had mentioned that she loved chocolate cake in a text she sent to me before the semester started, I decided to bring it to my office.

“Have some.”

“Really?” Her eyes twinkled as she asked that and I nodded again. She grinned. “Thank you.”

She reached into the box to pick up a muffin and a moment after taking a bite out of it, she let out a moan that had me stiffening in my seat. “Where did you get these?” she asked with wide eyes while blood relocated itself to my d**k as I replayed the sound she’d just made in my mind.

Oh my God… I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to memorize her body with my tongue. I wanted to have her writhing and screaming my name under me as I f****d her hard and fast. I wanted her.

I swallowed thickly, momentarily dropping my gaze to my growing erection which was poorly restrained by my slacks and moved the newspaper in my hand to cover it. She immediately glanced down to see what I was doing before returning her attention to my face with no change in her expression, leaving me to wonder if she had noticed it.

“My friend baked them.”

“The one that almost took out the complex for cod?” she asked and I smiled, surprised she remembered that.

“Yeah, that one.”

“Wow… Does he own a bakery?”

I shook my head while she walked around the table and raked my gaze over her legs. “Restaurant.”

“Where?”

“Medina’s. I’ll text you the address.”

“Hmm.” She suddenly leaned down in front of me to look closely at the newspaper and goosebumps started tingling across my skin as her perfume hit my nose before she looked up at me with a smile on her face, still hunched over. “What other old person thing do you do? Prunes every morning? Matlock marathons?”

“What?” I muttered before realizing she was referring to the fact that I had been doing a crossword puzzle. “Oh.”

I let out a laugh but it immediately died in my throat when my gaze dropped to her breasts which were hovering in front of my face. She was braless.

Fucking hell.

“Did you just look at my boobs?” she asked and my eyes darted to hers before going back to her chest.

“I–”

“You’re looking at them right now.”

I took a sharp breath and fixed my eyes on hers once more, determined to keep them there this time, while she stood upright. Then the corner of her mouth turned up and she suddenly began to bounce on the balls of her feet.

My gaze immediately dropped to her chest again as her breasts bounced with her movements and my mouth ran dry. “Jesus, Dalia.” My voice came out strained when I spoke. I tossed the newspaper aside and grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and onto my lap while she laughed. “That was evil.”

She took off her bag and dropped it next to me. “Do you want me to apologize?”

“No,” I muttered before doing what I’d wanted to do for weeks now.

I leaned in and kissed her. Hard.

A surprised noise escaped her but it didn’t take long for her to kiss me back with a wildness I immediately matched, our tongues lashing out against one another in a silent battle. She twisted and straddled me, pushing her center against my erection, and the friction had me groaning into her mouth. She then buried her fingers in my hair as she began to grind herself against my stiff c**k and heat exploded down my spine.

Good Lord.

The tips of my fingers tingled with the need to touch her everywhere and I dragged my hands under her dress. I grabbed her ass, drawing a moan from her as I squeezed, before she suddenly broke the kiss, a panicked expression crossing her face. What– She quickly got off me and rushed towards the door.

“Dalia?!” I was confused, wondering what had gone wrong, and about to get to my feet to go after her but instead of her opening the door and running out like I thought she would, she locked the door. I paused.

…Oh!

She turned to face me with a mischievous smile and walked back to me, taking off her jacket as she straddled me again.

“I thought I freaked you out,” I muttered, my eyes tracing the curve of her breasts and her hard n*****s.

“Sorry.” She pressed a featherlight kiss against my lips before glancing down at my chest. “Where did you get hurt?” she asked and it took me a moment to realize she was talking about my bruised rib.

I unbuttoned my shirt, moving it to the side so she could see the purple area and she frowned as she lightly touched the skin around it.

“Your brother’s an asshole.”

The corner of my mouth turned up. I had told her he was the one I got into a fight with when I called her on Saturday but I didn’t tell her why.

“Yes, he is.”

She returned her lips to mine while sliding her hand up my chest and as I traced the seam of her lips, her phone began to ring away. She pulled away to fish the phone out of her bag.

“One moment, Noah.” She answered the call. “Weston?” she said and I couldn’t stop my frown because that was the guy I always saw her with on campus – if she wasn’t with me, she was most definitely with him. “Oh! Okay. I’m on my way.”

She’s leaving?

My frown deepened and she glanced at me, giving me an apologetic smile while stroking my ear with her thumb. She talked to him for a little while more before ending the conversation with a ‘f**k off’ and a laugh. Then she got to her feet.

“I have to go.”

“Really?” I asked, fiddling with the hem of her dress, and she bobbed her head as she put on her jacket.

“My sister’s here.”

“Oh,” I muttered and also got to my feet while she grabbed her bag before escorting her to the door.

“Will you be absent next week?” she asked after unlocking the door.

“No.”

Her smile widened and I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers and her against the wall while keeping my hand on the door handle. She bit down on my bottom lip, drawing a metallic taste in my mouth and I traced the column of her neck with my free hand before finally breaking the kiss.

“Bye Noah.” And with that, she left.

I heaved a sigh and after staring at the closed door for several seconds more, I headed back to the couch with the memory of Dalia’s lips against mine making me grin like a fool. I lowered myself onto the couch and while buttoning my shirt up, my phone began to ring with a call from my mum.

I gritted my teeth.

I hadn’t spoken to her since last Friday and she had been bothering dad and Taylor, telling them to convince me to talk to her. I still didn’t want to but after a few seconds of watching it ring, I decided to answer it to hear what she had to say.

“Noah?” She sounded surprised that I answered the call.

“Yes?”

“I, uh– How are you?”

“What do you want, mum?” I asked as I sat on the couch, closing the box of muffins, and she sucked in a breath.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” she said and my jaw clenched but before I could respond, she continued, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. When I found out–”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I snapped.

“...I’m sorry.”

“Okay.”

“Your– Your birthday’s coming up,” she said and I hmmed, remembering that it was next Monday.

“I’m aware.”

“Um, I… What do you think of a dinner party?”

“What for?”

“Your birthday,” she replied and I clicked my tongue.

Really? After what she did, she wanted to throw a dinner party?

If I said yes to that, Shane would most likely be there but if he wasn’t, she’d make sure to invite family members who shared the same sentiment with her, wanting me to forgive Shane because he was my brother.

Irritation pricked at me. “I’m at work,” I said and hung up, letting out an exasperated sigh, before my phone buzzed with a message. Thinking it was from my mum, I glanced at it with a frown, but the frown was immediately replaced by a smile when I saw who the message was from.

Dalia: Looking forward to you seeing me on Monday ;)