Kept

I sat like a deer in the headlights, and suc

ked in a deep breath. How could this happen? How could my two worlds collide in such a ridiculous way? I felt, for a moment, like I was being set up.

He looked totally cool and collected, like this was completely normal. It was set up, by him. I was sure of it.

Once Hudson had me, he wouldn’t let me go.

I was shaking. Everyone’s eyes were still on me.

He cleared his throat. “So, why don’t you open your books to page 376, it appears that’s where your professor left off. I’m going to give you ten minutes to read the page silently. Then we’ll have a discussion and I’ll assign some homework. Should be an easy day for you.”

Everyone around me opened their books and began reading. I noticed a couple people pulled out their phones and were probably texting each other about Hudson and me. I didn’t move. I sat completely still as he moved around the classroom, falling behind students and watching them read. As he passed by me the whole world stopped. “You’re not reading?”

I opened my book slowly as he bent down and whispered in my ear. “You know I’ll have to punish you if you don’t complete your work on time Miss Hart.” I remember his hands on my skin, and my pussy ached for his touch once again. I tried to take a deep breath as I opened my book, but he slammed the cover in front of me before continuing his walking. It caught everyone’s attention once again. He walked to the front of the room. “I'm actually just going to give you an online assignment for this class today. We’ll discuss the homework next class.” He ran his hands through his hair, but tried to appear calm. “I mean, I’m no teacher. I have more important matters to attend to.” His eyes narrowed in on me. Everyone knew it was a lie.

He pulled out his laptop and pressed some keys. My blood was pumping so fast I was sure other people could hear it. “Yes. Here it is, uploaded. So go home.” No one moved. I could tell the other students weren’t sure if he was serious or not. “I said go home. Class dismissed. Whatever it is that professors say these days. Just get out of here.”

Everyone collected their things, and stole glances at me, with hushed whispers. I didn't move. I didn't grab my laptop. I just sat there, waiting for him to say something. When the door closed behind the last student, I expected him to turn around. To look at me, to say something. But he didn't. I watched his body hunched over the desk at the front of the classroom, deep in thought.

“Should I leave too?”

He spun around, and looked at me with such desperation in his eyes that I'd never seen before. “I don't want you to go.”

“Then I stay.”

He slowly ascended the stairs to the right of me, walking up into the seats. He stopped just a row short of me, and moved across the aisle until he was leaning against a chair directly in front of me.

“Why didn’t you read the assignment?”

“You’re kidding me, right? Why the hell are you in my class.”

“I told you I would have you. I get what I want Calla.”

“What does that mean?”

“That you can’t hide from me.” Wasn’t that the truth.

I looked at my laptop to avoid his eyes. “Fine I can’t hide from you. So if I can’t then I want to be with you. Actually be with you.”

He bent across the chair so that he was inches from my face. “Then do it,” he whispered, sending chills down my hot skin.

I sighed. “But I want a real relationship, Hudson. I don’t want to just be your call girl anymore.”

“With me, you were never just a call girl.”

I leaned forward so that our lips just barely touched, and it sent a tingle through my body. Suddenly I was back in France with my hands bound and waves of pleasure ripping through my body. I had missed this. When we parted, a smile crossed his face, and reached his eyes. Something I had rarely seen.

“So, next time you teach my class, do you think you can handle yourself enough to actually get through class?”

He laughed as he leaned back. “Not my best first day, was it? I'm sure the Dean or whatever is going to be asking questions about that. And the other students.”

“Yes, so much for being discreet. Everyone on campus is going be talking about the hot new professor and how he dismissed class so he could talk to a girl.”

He laughed. “It was that obvious then? I thought I had played it better than that.”

Maybe he had, I wasn’t sure. I was so drawn to him I couldn’t remember. Maybe it was my imagination that everyone was staring at us.

He leaned forward again, and placed another kiss on my lips. “I missed you Calla.” His mumbled words against my lips made my heart race, but now was not the time. This was my school, and I couldn't just let the rumors run rampant. I was sure that people had already gone back to their dorms, and were putting Hudson James's name in Google search. Self-made millionaire, sleeping with a university student. The headlines would be splashed with our names once again.