by Anthology
All day I’d had a smile on my face from waking up this morning to a good morning text from Hunter. Because Hunter had to teach all day, we only texted for a few minutes this morning.
Even though our conversation only last fifteen minutes, I was on cloud nine all day. Because I felt so good, the day went by surprisingly fast, and before I knew it, I was at work.
I worked at a local bar about a mile away from campus. It was the go-to spot for the college students. It was busy all the time, although working nights when the football team played was horrible.
It was an okay job, but it paid well. Along with a wage, I got tips. Sometimes college students could be cheap, but most nights guys would tip me big as they flirted with me. When I first started, I was deeply offended at the stares and the comments guys gave me, but after seeing how much they tipped afterward, I grew to ignore the comments and play along.
I learned quickly, though, that I had to have a backbone to work at a college bar. Guys didn’t take no for an answer and sometimes could get very grabby when drunk. There had been many, many times I’d had to spill beer all over guys to get them to stop. Thankfully, though, the owner had a few security guards around who would haul the guys out when they got too rowdy and touchy.
Hopefully, this was my last semester working here. I was hoping by the time the semester was over I’d have a job, or at least a full-time internship somewhere. I’d been working my ass off in order to have something as soon as I graduated so I could stop working here.
It seemed like time slowed the moment I stepped through the doors an hour ago. Group after group came strolling in, all in need of beer and food. It wasn’t too surprising how busy it was; it was the second day of a new semester, after all. Most students needed a drink after the second day.
I went to table after table taking orders. I was a seasoned pro at this as I carried huge pitchers to multiple tables along with food. I was so used to the job that I rarely spilled beer anymore. Back when I first started, I would come home smelling like I fell in a barrel of gross beer, and let me tell you, the smell was a bitch to get out.
Well into my shift and into my nice yet busy mode, I walked up to my new table. Not even glancing up from my notepad, I rattled off my usual speech.
“Hello, I’m Tera. What can I get you to drink?”
“I’ll take a Guinness and you on the side, kitten.” My eyes snapped up to see a grinning Hunter sitting there.
“What are you doing here?” I breathed out. I could feel my pulse starting to race. I thought I wouldn’t see him at all today.
“Well, this very beautiful waitress I know works here, and I thought I’d come and surprise her.” A grin threatened to break out on my face.
“She’s definitely surprised,” I answered.
“I should have come here sooner.” His eyes traveled my form. I noticed his jaw clenched at the sight of my cleavage at the top of my tight tank top and at the shorts I had on. The uniform here was horrible, basically a rip off of Hooters outfits. My breasts were pushed high up, and the shorts were like booty shorts.
“You are definitely going to be wearing that later.” My skin got hotter with each pass of his eyes. Clearing my throat, I drew his attention back to my face.
“I’ll get you that beer…Mr. Davis.” At his expression, I couldn’t help but smirk. Found a weakness of his. He liked it when I called him Mr. Davis. Sending him a wink, I turned and walked off toward the bar, making sure to put a bit more swing into my hips. The sound of a groan was cut off by the loud noises of the bar, but I still heard it.
It was going to be so much fun teasing him.
Chapter 11
Hunter stayed through my entire shift, his eyes never once leaving me as I went from table to table. If it was anyone else, I would have found it extremely creepy. I purposely walked by his table every few moments and sent him little winks.
Teasing him and knowing he couldn’t do anything in return made me feel slightly…powerful. It gave me an upper hand that I found myself liking. With every pass of his table, I could feel the sexual tension building between us. Every inch of me felt alive as I worked. I knew tonight I wouldn’t be going home alone.
With Hunter there, it somehow made work go by faster. Before I knew it, my shift was done. Not being able to take any more teasing, I quickly took off my apron, grabbed my stuff, and headed toward Hunter’s booth.
“All done?” His gaze landed first on my breasts, then my face.
“Yep.” When Hunter stood up to his full height, I licked my lips. I loved that he was so much taller than me.
With a hand on my lower back, Hunter led us out of the bar toward the parking lot. We weren’t even halfway to his car when his phone suddenly started to ring. He growled under his breath before digging it out of his pocket.
I stood there silently as he talked to whoever it was on the phone. Only being able to hear his side, I could tell Hunter wasn’t liking what was being said. A minute later, he sighed and ended the call.
“Sorry, that was my friend. He’s going through some relationship issues at the moment.”
“Is he okay?”
“I think so.” Hearing the uncertainty in his voice, I knew his mind was now with his friend. Placing a hand on his arm, I drew his attention back to me.
“You should go see him.” As much as I wanted to take him home with me tonight, I knew it would be selfish. His friend sounded like he needed him.
“But—”
“Seriously, it’s fine. Go see him and make sure he’s okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. Plus I’ll see you tomorrow in class, Professor.”
“He is such a cock-block,” Hunter mumbled. Laughing, I stepped toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck. The bold move surprised the both of us. Hunter’s hands grabbed my waist. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Yes, you will.” I grinned. “But no worries. I have some studying to do anyway. Got to show up to your class prepared.”
“Yes, you do. Just because you’re sleeping with the professor doesn’t mean you can slack off.”
“So you aren’t going to pass me because we’re sleeping together?” I pouted. “Not even if I did something special for you?” I put emphasis on the word “special.”
“Hmm, I could be persuaded.” The naughty look was back in his eyes.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his.
Our kiss was soft and sweet. His grip on my waist tightened, and he pulled me closer. My back arched, pushing my chest into his. We finally broke apart. My lips tingled and ached to kiss his lips again.
“You better go.”
“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With another sweet kiss, Hunter let me go. He walked backward toward his car, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart swelled at the cute smile he had on his face as he watched me. “Be good, kitten!” he yelled as he reached his car.
With him thankfully far enough away, he couldn’t see my pink cheeks.
“Won’t make any promises,” I called back. Seeing him get in his car, I walked over to mine that was two cars to my left. As I got in and started it, my phone binged with a text.
Hunter: I’ll dream of you in that outfit, kitten.
I liked the nickname; it even turned me on. Sending him a winking emoji, I backed out of the parking lot and headed home.
The next morning, I got up earlier than I normally did. I was so excited to see Hunter that I didn’t even care I had over an hour until class started. I dreamed about him last night, and it just made me want to see him that much more.
In some ways, I did think our relationship was moving pretty fast, but in others, I felt so comfortable with Hunter. Maybe it was because we did sleep together when we first met, but whatever it was, I wasn’t going to complain about it. For the first time in my life, I actually felt like this could go somewhere.
I was finally doing something for myself, and I was surprisingly
happy. I used to shy away from relationships. Knowing that my mom left my dad shortly after I was born made me see love in a different way. I didn’t ever want to get that close to someone and have them suddenly leave.
Then my dad passed away, leaving me all alone. After him, I couldn’t bring myself to get that close to anyone. In the small relationships I did have, I kept them at arm’s length, and I never really felt bad that they ended. It was just easier that way.
But then Hunter came along. From the moment we met, things had changed…I had changed. I had a one-night stand, for crying out loud. And it wasn’t until yesterday that I realized I had been smiling all day long. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember a time I smiled that much, especially in the last three years.
Sitting there in my room so early in the morning, I came to the realization that I didn’t need to have known Hunter for years to feel the way I did. So what it had been a total of five days since we’d met? Sometimes you could feel more in those five days than you could in five years with someone.
With that in mind, I got ready with an even bigger grin on my face.
Chapter 12
An hour later, I walked into my Calculus class, and instantly my eyes landed on Hunter. I was a good ten minutes early, so there weren’t many people here just yet. With a sly grin, I made my way to the seat I sat in last time. Now I was glad I picked the seat directly in front of Hunter’s desk.
Hunter was engrossed in something in front of him, so I made a big show of sitting down. My bag loudly hit the floor, making him look up. When he noticed it was me, a grin grew on his face.
I swore every time I saw him, he just got handsomer. My eyes looked him over. His dark hair was styled in the same sexy, slicked back way with a few pieces of long hair hanging down his forehead. Today he wore a deep dark green button-up shirt that just made his eyes look even prettier. It hugged his upper body so perfectly, and I wanted nothing more than to rip that shirt off and trail my lips across the muscles underneath.
Thankfully, my seat was situated just perfectly so I was close enough to his desk to hear him talk and others in the room wouldn’t.
“Right on time, Ms. Gillian. Did you sleep well?” If anyone did hear, they would think we were just engaging in simple talk, but I caught the underlying meaning to his words.
Around eleven o’clock last night, Hunter texted me when he got home. We talked about random stuff for a bit before things got…spicy. We ended up texting one another things that shouldn’t ever be repeated. It was finally around two in the morning that we called it a night.
Just thinking about our texts last night made my core tighten, and I shifted in my seat. Hunter noticed the movement, and his jaw flexed.
“I did, Mr. Davis. Thank you.” His eyes darkened at my words, and he inwardly grinned. Definitely going to have to remember that for later on.
“I’m glad. Don’t want my students not paying attention in class from lack of sleep.”
“Oh no, I’m all rested up, Professor.”
Unfortunately, our little banter was cut short as more students filed in. Still wanting to keep our new relationship under wraps, Hunter stood up, but not before sending me a sly smirk.
Once the bell rang, Hunter went into his teaching mode. I watched as he shifted to confident professor as he spoke to the class, not at all intimidated by the hundreds of eyes on him.
“Good morning, class. Let’s get started on Chapter Four…Differential Equations, shall we?”
Throughout the two-hour lecture, my eyes never once left Hunter. He moved around the room, doing a little back story of how Differential Equations came to be before launching into how to solve them. Pushing aside my feelings toward him, I felt myself drawn into his lecture, as did everyone else.
Everyone around me was just as fixated on what he was talking about. He was a very good professor. He involved everyone with questions, and the way he spoke about math made it well known he loved what he did. My past math teachers just boringly went through the equations and then expected you to know how to do it, and that was it. With Hunter, he was the exact opposite.
By the end of class, I realized I hadn’t taken many notes down, too involved in watching him talk. When he dismissed us, everyone didn’t seem as eager to leave as with other classes. Wanting to keep college students in class longer than the two hours needed was a miracle. No wonder he was teaching college students at twenty-eight.
As everyone left the classroom, I slowly gathered my things. Hunter talked to a few students, and I waited my turn. When I couldn’t wait any longer because of my next class, I got up. With no real opportunity to get him alone, I headed for the door.
Right before I reached it, his voice stopped me.
“Ms. Gillian, I’d like to see you back here at three. I want to discuss a matter with you.”
I felt people’s gazes on us. Behind me, I heard a few girls ask each other why he wanted to see me. All of it made me smirk. Little did they know that when I came back at three, Hunter and I would be doing more than just talking.
“Looking forward to it, Professor,” I said over my shoulder, a huge grin plastered on my face, my eyes shining with later promises.
As I walked down the hallway to my next class, I thought back to what Hunter said to me the other day: “Things that are forbidden are the best things.”
And he was right. Knowing that our relationship between professor and student was forbidden just made me want to see him even more. Besides it being taboo and against school rules, I knew there was something between us, something neither of us could just brush off and continue with our lives like nothing ever happened.
I wasn’t sure where we would end up. Maybe we would continue dating after the semester was over, or maybe a bit down the road we wouldn’t work anymore. But as of right now, I wanted nothing more than to see the guy that was my professor and who made me feel like I was alive.
Hunter Davis was someone I didn’t care about breaking the rules for.
“There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.” ~Mark Twain.
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The Teacher’s Rules
By Poppy Dubois
Chapter One
Sylvie
Sylvie kicked the tire slowly deflating on the hot black pavement. Throughout her teenage years, her dad had offered to teach her how to change a tire, but she’d stubbornly always turned him down. Reading books always took priority over getting her hands dirty in the garage. She was an academic and a girly girl, which was a strange enough combination in her school. Her cheerleader friends would rather read magazines featuring heart-throbs and sex tips while she lost herself in Jane Eyre or The Picture of Dorian Gray. Besides, her little sister already filled the role of the son her dad always wanted but never got, loving tools, engines, building, and repairing. The fact that her sister could do all that while wearing a cute outfit and heels had always amazed Sylvie the most. Both girls loved breaking stereotypes about femininity, so it wasn’t that Sylvie looked down on vehicle repair. She just didn’t want to do it.
But now, with the sun frying her sensitive skin, she wished she’d taken her dad up on his free tire-changing education. She never imagined that she would live in rural, small-town Wyoming with no cell reception to call a tow truck. She grew up in Los Angeles, where you couldn’t take a single step without passing twenty people. No cell free zones. Help always a couple minutes away. Her dad always a couple minutes away.
She scanned the
desolate farm area surrounding her. No signs of human life. Just open fields and cattle. No cars. No people.
“Any of you know how to change a tire?” she asked the thirty or so cows behind her. The idle chewing of tall prairie grass was their only reply.
She picked up the lug wrench, now hot to the point of almost burning her hands, and fit it over the bolts once again. How hard could changing a tire really be? She had a doctorate in English literature, after all. She was smart. Savvy, even. She could deconstruct Shakespeare into manageable pieces. Some metal and rubber shouldn’t be so difficult. The scenes of every movie featuring a flat tire scrolled through her brain. Take off the nuts, jack the car up, take the tire off, put the new tire on, tighten nuts. Easy.
Should be easy.
Why wasn’t this easy?
The sound of gravel crunching and a loud motor caught her attention. A rusty brown pick-up from the disco era pulled up behind her. Not a tow truck, but hopefully someone who knew more about mechanics than she did. Well, first, hopefully someone who wouldn’t kill her and then hopefully someone who could fix tires. She decided to give it one last try.
“Come on, why won’t you budge?” Sylvie put every ounce of her one hundred twenty-five pounds into the non-budging metal rod in her hand. All of her yoga training couldn’t keep her balanced, and she fell backwards, the pavement immediately scorching the skin which her barely there shorts left uncovered. The sting of unshed tears filled her eyes as she placed her head in her hands. Her shoulders slumped. She felt as deflated as the useless tire next to her. She swung the wrench into the tire with what little energy she had left. “You stupid piece of trash.”