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“Hey, Dr. Sinclair,” he says, his eyes scrunching as he smiles at me. A twinkle of something flashes through his eyes, and he bites down on his bottom lip. Oh, he knows. He so fucking knows. My heart rate rises rapidly, and I feel my hands start to sweat. My fingers go up to my tie, and I tug at it, trying to breathe. I can’t fucking breathe.
“Sorry I’m late. I’m Everly Winslow. Your TA for your Intro to Biology class.”
I let out a very unmanly squeak. “Yes?”
“Yeah. I sent you an email, but you must not have gotten it. I know I was supposed to show up later this week, but I wanted to introduce myself before I just appeared in class.”
I shake my head, swallowing loudly. The click resounds around the room, and Everly lets out a huff of laughter. His hand swipes his hair back from his face once more and his bicep bulges as he moves.
Well, good God. He’s built.
He could easily pick me up without hurting himself.
I could wrap my legs around his back and ride that cock all while suspended in the air.
His eyes roam down my chest and then pop back up to meet mine, his cheeks flushed, his eyes heated.
Oh. Oh my fuck. This is bad. Very, very bad.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell. What happens at work, stays at work,” he says softly, and I nearly faint from the stress of it all. And partially from horniness. All the blood has left my brain and is currently pooling in my dick.
I’m dizzy from it. Never in my life have I been caught at a strip club, and the one time I get dragged to one and get a lap dance, it’s from one of my students. My motherfucking TA.
And I came in my pants.
“Anyways. Enough about that. I brought you coffee from Bean Necessities. Austin makes an awesome cappuccino. I wasn’t sure if you like sweet stuff so I went neutral.”
I don’t know who Austin is, but I accept the disposable cup he offers me. Our fingers brush unnecessarily and my entire body thrums from the contact. I can feel my cheeks heat and watch as Everly’s darken.
Oh my god. He likes this as much as I do. He’s not even trying to hide it.
I mumble a thank you and take a large sip, burning my throat and tongue in the process.
Great, just great, I think as I sputter and cough. Now I won’t be able to swallow for the foreseeable future. Honestly, probably a good thing at this point. It will be a deterrent against falling to my knees and offering to suck his dick.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Told him to make it extra hot just so it wasn’t cold by the time I got here. Didn’t want to make a bad impression.”
He couldn’t make a bad impression if he tried at this point. His ass can do no wrong.
“Thank you,” I manage to say as I continue to stand in the entrance to my office like an awkward gargoyle. If I perched on a stand I’d look great on some gothic church, I’m sure.
“Um, can I come in?” Everly asks, and I shake my head, trying to find a reasonable explanation as to why he should absolutely not be in an enclosed space with me.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He cocks his head at me, some of his blond hair flopping onto his forehead. “Why?”
I don’t have an answer. I will deny that it was me in that lap dance chair until I die. I will never admit it. Even though he knows it’s me. But a man can lie. And I will use that ability until I’m dead.
“Come on, Dr. Sinclair. It’s fine. I really won’t tell a soul. It’s between you and me.”
“I think I’ll be taking on another TA,” I manage to croak out, feeling a little desperate. I’m having the urge to lie on the floor and hyperventilate. It’s a favorite pastime of mine.
His brows rise, and it’s his turn to look nervous. “I’d really like to keep this position, Dr. Sinclair. I need it.”
The way he says that has me feeling ashamed. I have no idea what he’s going through or why he needs this so badly. And truly, it’s not his fault I behaved like a feral animal. He was just doing his job. And here I am, trying to fire him on day one.
Well, not even day one. Minus day one.