Play (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies 4)
James
Don’t get involved with my students…
Don’t sleep with my students…
Don’t sleep with Paige…
It’s too late for that.
I had her all night. I took her all night like some obsessed beast trying to hold on to this game I made up.
I played the game like I was going for gold.
I had her again in my car before we could even get out of the parking lot of The Dark Odyssey. Then, when we got here, I took her to my bed, then the shower, the tables in the kitchen and the dining room, then the pool.
We ended up back in my bed for one last round, and that’s what I last remember.
Me and the woman who was forbidden to me fucking like animals who’d lost their minds.
When I woke up, the bed was empty, the house was empty, and like a fool, I still continued to look for her.
The same way she transferred out of my class two years ago, she took charge of the situation and left, making the decision for both of us.
Last night should just be last night. It should be it. It should be all we have together. But still I want more.
More of her.
I’m fucked, and I don’t know what the hell to do.
I’m sitting in the kitchen leaning against the countertop looking through the window at the pool I had her in just hours ago. I don’t know what to do. This is the shit that happens to you when you do forbidden shit that no one can give you advice on.
It’s eight. I have to be at work by nine. The faculty have a meeting with Kevin and Marsha at nine-fifteen. I’m not looking forward to it at all. I’ll be like the wolf in sheep’s clothing, acting like the good professor when I’ve broken one of the cardinal rules in the book.
No relations with students, none whatsoever. They don’t even fucking like staff to have relationships with each other but will allow it like most workplaces if they aren’t in the same department, or if they can adjust the times they work together.
What I’ve done is very bad.
Paige knows it too, and that’s why she’s not here.
I down my coffee on that thought and head upstairs to get ready.
* * *
Instead of my usual shirts and ties, I opt for something more comfortable.
I wear a long-sleeved t-shirt under a blazer, and black slacks.
Although I still look professional and in keeping with the dress code, the difference is noticeable, and I probably look like one of the students.
The fact that I haven’t cut my hair too in weeks makes me look younger and like I opted for the slightly ruffled look.
I walk into the meeting room, and Nancy is the first to spot me.
She’s sitting at the front of the room across from Kevin and Marsha, who sit next to each other. While they talk, Nancy fixes her gaze to me, smiling with seduction in her eyes.
As I take my seat at the back, I offer a polite smile, but that’s all. Anything more will be construed as another invite to dinner.
Soon, the room fills up with the other teachers in the law department.