Hidden Skeletons 2 (Dark Wagers)

“Professor Wilson?”

I couldn’t even see the others surrounding her now. The red mist had my eyes only on her.

“I need to speak with you in my office now.”

“You do?” She glanced at her friends. My fists balled up by my side. “Have I done something?”

“I don’t think this is a conversation we can have here.”

She nodded. There was a definite tentativeness to her steps behind me, but relief was starting to cool me down. It was fine, I had her now. She was with me. There wasn’t anything left to worry about. I even found a small, smug smile creeping up my lips.

But I didn’t say a word. Nor did she. Not until we were safely locked away in my office where I felt I could finally let the tension in my body go.

“What…what have I done?” Christine stammered. “Has someone found out?”

I grabbed her face and pulled her to me. If I didn’t kiss her now, it’d eat me up alive.

“Wait, what are you doing?” This time though, Christine wasn’t having it. She tugged right back and glared at me. “What is happening? I don’t understand. I thought that we were in some kind of trouble, but you brought me here just to kiss me?”

“You don’t think it’s kinda fun?”

Wow, it was incredible how I’d calmed right down.

“You don’t think people are going to notice what just happened?” She flung her arms in the air in frustration. “I was just out with a bunch of people from class. They know you. They are definitely going to figure out that something is happening here if you keep singling me out.”

“So?” I offered her a one shouldered shrug. “What does that matter? Who cares?”

I leaned down to kiss her again, but she pulled back once more. She kept behaving like this, and we were going to have an issue. Rejection didn’t sit well with me, especially when I knew how badly her pussy ached for me whenever I touched her.

“You’ll lose your job,” she reminded me. “I’ll lose my place at college.”

“That’s never going to happen, Christine. Why don’t you trust me?”

“Because you’re acting like there are no consequences.”

When it came to how we were feeling about one another, I really didn’t feel like there were any consequences. I laced my fingers through hers, grateful she didn’t resist this. I didn’t want that red mist to come over me once more; that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

“I can’t help myself around you, Christine, that’s all.” I pulled her in, and she fell against me. “I don’t want to put either of us in danger, I just want to be with you all the time. I was just watching you from the staff room window, listening to Megan ask me out…”

“Who’s Megan?” Ah, there it was. A flash of jealousy from her too. I wasn’t the only one.

“Miss Aris. She teaches English.”

As Christine startled, I could tell she knew who I was talking about. To be fair, if I hadn’t met Christine when I did, it might have been Megan bent over my desk being fucked into oblivion.

“She’s beautiful.”

“I know,” I confirmed. “And she won’t leave me alone. She’s desperate for drinks and dinner, which we all know leads to the bedroom.”

“Wow, I…”

“But you don’t need to worry, Christine. Because I only want you.”

She let my lips connect with hers. She was finally giving in.

“But…” I reminded her as I rested my forehead on hers. “Only if you don’t fuck me around like that. It sucked for me watching you flirt with those guys.”

“I wasn’t flirting, I was just…”