Teach Me 2x

by Nicole Elliot

  “Your current students?” He inquired. I sat back, sort of frozen. Had I misunderstood in some way or was he messing with me?

  “Um, maybe we aren’t on the same page.” I swallowed, smoothing out the fabric of my pants. I was so worried about Madeline getting involved I was willing to do anything to protect her. It was apparent then that my feelings for her run deep.

  “I suppose not, Moyer. What did you think I was asking you about?”

  Jake was the one who was good at lying, not me. I racked my brain for anything.

  “The change in how final grades are weighted. I assumed I…had done something wrong. I’m more of a business guy and not a grader.” I chuckled.

  He cracked a smile and stood up.

  “No, that isn’t it. I want to ask you to teach a class in the fall. You can think about it, of course. I know you only agreed under special circumstances.”

  I shifted in my seat as I exhaled. My whole body relaxed, he didn’t know about Madeline.

  “I would have to think about it, yeah.” I finally said.

  And he was right. I didn’t plan on doing another semester. It was hard enough already, maybe it was just because of Madeline. Although I do love teaching.

  “Of course, of course. That’s all I wanted to talk to you about. Wanted to do it in person.”

  I stood and buttoned my jacket. “Of course.” I shook his hand.

  I left the office feeling light but also worried because I didn’t want that to actually happen. It was just until she graduated, then I wouldn’t feel this sword over my head.

  I headed back to the office and intercepted Jake on the way up.

  “What’s up with you? You look like shit, man.” He said, giving me a weird look.

  “Madeline needs to hurry up and fucking graduate.”

  17

  Madeline

  The library seemed above me somehow, and I knew it was stupid. Because I am still a student and I still have work to do. I have five classes, two of which had final essays that I am finalizing now. The last three were final projects I finished last week, one of which I was using the same presentation that I proposed. I would just have to practice.

  I plugged my ears and found a secluded spot near the bookshelves. Sarai was meeting me later but she said she might get held up at work, so I wasn’t all too sure. I tried to stay focus but I missed Jake and Logan. I was actually talking to them in a group message once in a while, but it wasn’t the same.

  Even though they were the masters of dirty talk. They knew exactly what to say to me and it was so unnerving knowing that they knew me so well. I would often read their messages as I tried to fall asleep and get myself off to them. But it was nothing compared to the real thing. Their hands are so masterful and heavy on my skin. I could feel their grip even when they weren’t there.

  I miss them so much and I feel sappy for it. But it’s the truth.

  I go into work every day and there are too many people around to do anything. I think they like to build up the sexual tension just to explode later. It had been days since the apartment and we hadn’t done anything. I was in a constant state of arousal in some way, and one touch from them would probably send me over the edge.

  I sighed and hummed to my music as I looked over my essay again. I wanted A’s in everything to keep my perfect GPA. I was riding on it, and it would only make it that much easier to get internships beyond this one.

  And things were really underway. I had a meeting later with the marketing director to discuss a marketing plan. It was a real business meeting and I was excited, I couldn’t try and lie. But I was also nervous. I had to make real decisions, and Jake and Logan make me nervous enough.

  I had to get going before I was late. I texted Sarai to let her know I was leaving and then was on my way. I already had a pant suit on, so I just tied my hair in a bun to look more professional and made sure I had everything I needed. I was nervous on the drive and when I got to the office I hoped to see them first. I knew they would put me at ease.

  I entered the top floor and stopped at the landing, just short of Logan’s office. But they were both in there. Through the glass I only saw them and not who they were talking to. Logan wore only his dress shirt and had his arms crossed, his muscles bulging. He looked so powerful standing there. And then Jake was right there with him. Did he have to look so delicious? His office wear is not even office wear in my opinion. He had on green cargo pants and a black Henley. With his hands on his hips he stretched the material with his bulging muscles. His powerful thighs ran right to his chiseled ass and narrow waist, then his wide lats made him so imposingly large it was hard to look at. But you didn’t want to look away.

  I moved closer, I was practically panting as I watched them. They have such an effect on me it’s ridiculous. But as I got closer I saw who they were talking to. A woman. Beautiful as it gets. Her black dress was tight and professional. But she had beautiful curves and she was tall. Her bust and hips could be seen from a distance. The way she did her makeup made her look so stunning, and her hair was a perfect brown color. Better than mine, for sure; nicely curled in loose waves.

  But they looked so angry, and she was firing back. I couldn’t tell what was going on. Jake started pacing, and he looked mad. He looked like he could explode any minute. I could see the veins in his arm as he clenched his hands into fists. I knew he would never hit a woman but it was hard to tell with the way he looked like he was about to fight.

  I wanted to just go into my office. And I knew I should have, but I couldn’t move. I was watching the scene unfold. Logan tried to remain calm but once the woman screamed over him he lost it. He started pointing at the door, and it looked like she was daring him. They sound proofed these walls and I couldn’t hear a thing. It went on for a little longer, maybe two minutes and then Jake came and opened the door. I hid behind the pillar so he didn’t see me.

  The woman stormed past me and into the elevator. I don’t know why, but I followed.

  Just until she stopped off at the end of the hall. Then she made a phone call and I practically held my breath.

  “No, it’s done…I understand that but there isn’t anything I can do…we knew they were assholes. No, they are selling it. The meeting is a dupe.”

  Selling it? Selling what? The only meeting we have today is the one with the director of marketing, and that was my meeting.

  “Some new start up, it hasn’t even left planning stages…from their stupid college conquest. All I know is that it’s done.”

  There was only so much I could put together, but I knew what the truth was. They were buying me out and didn’t even plan on telling me.

  I fought the tears in the elevator ride down to the parking garage where I left in a hurry. I know, I have to stop being so unprofessional and so rash, but I was mad. I was in my feelings and stupid for letting emotions get in the way of work. Was that the only reason why I left?

  Was I mad they didn’t tell me or disappointed? I thought I meant more to them. At least more than being lied to. Did they plan to buy me out all along?

  I gasped as I drove. They just wanted to get me in bed, didn’t they? Ugh, I should have known. Two men like that don’t want to keep me. Maybe they want me to be theirs for a night but not any longer than that. I fell under a spell. Sarai was right.

  I arrived home in a flurry of emotions. It was a godsend that Sarai was right there in the living room. She saw me and immediately rushed over and hugged me.

  “What’s wrong? You’re shaking, come here!”

  I was a blubbering mess of tears and sadness, I knew it. And I could barely form words as I tried. She shushed me and wrapped me in a blanket as I calmed down. I felt like I cried for hours. So frustrated by everything. I started the day so happy to take finals and graduate and make strides with the new business, and then it all came crashing down.

  It was so utterly disappointing I didn’t know what to do.

  “What happened?” My sniffles di
ed down and I tried harder to speak coherently.

  “I overheard someone today in the office. She left Logan’s office angry after talking to him and Jake. I heard her on the phone saying they were selling off one of their new ‘college conquests.’ That’s how I knew it was me. I was the only one.”

  I grabbed more tissues and blew my nose out and cried more. She muttered something but I couldn’t hear through my ringing ears.

  “Oh no. What did they say?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing. I didn’t talk to them. I left after I heard.”

  I felt her face fall. I knew she was looking at me with those eyes of hers that see right through me.

  “Oh god, Madeline. What the hell? You don’t know for sure!”

  She yelled and my face curled up with more tears, but she held strong as she still rubbed my back soothingly.

  “I got so mad. I didn’t know what to do. I know I shouldn’t have left so please don’t say that. I just didn’t know what to do. I’m so stupid. And I missed the meeting! I’ve wrecked it all.”

  Even though I wasn’t sure there would even still be a meeting. I thought I was being bought off.

  “I know. I know. You have to get it together and be professional about it so that you’re sure.” I nodded.

  “I can say I got held up studying. They didn’t see me there. I just don’t think I can do anything until tomorrow.”

  She patted my back soothingly.

  “Okay. Sounds good.”

  I nodded.

  I went to my room and dried my tears. But once I was in the shower new ones appeared. I felt so betrayed, it was just so hard to stop my heart from constricting at the pain. I knew I wasn’t sure but what else could she have been talking about? I had no idea how they felt about me, and they never said much besides bedroom talk. I had to tell myself that was all it was.

  It sounded good and it stayed in my head forever but that’s all it was. It was meant to get me hot and bothered and that was all. I have to find a way to walk in there and break things off. Since they were buying me out anyway, they don’t need my company.

  But I need them.

  I got out of the shower and dressed in sweats to fit the occasion. I thought maybe I should call? I couldn’t reach for the phone. I was disappointed in them and myself. For being so unprofessional, and for letting them affect me. I knew I was so torn up because of how I felt about them. Hurt was the only thing I felt. I love them, I love them both and it hurts so much to not feel it back.

  It was fast and sudden but it was real and it was consuming me. It wasn’t healthy or good for me. I’m sitting here in my bed, unable to move or do anything. It was sad and unfortunate. I was afraid and embarrassed to face them and that’s what was worse. I knew I wasn’t performing as well as I could, and they only saw me as a bedroom puppet. I dutifully played their game but now I need out.

  There was nothing I could do but wish I wasn’t in love. Or wish I were loved.

  Either way, I lose.

  18

  Jake

  I was starting to realize how serious this thing with Madeline was. That week without hearing from her showed me that. And that night in her apartment was proof enough. I have had my fair share of women before, and it always felt the same. There was nothing different about any of them. They entertained me, and I always came, but there was nothing special about them.

  But Madeline…before her it was like I was frozen, and she had thawed me out. Every time I touch her I seem to come alive, and when she touches me it reaches my insides, making me all soft and shit. It had been a few days since then and I could still feel her on me.

  I wanted her so bad all the time, I was constantly hard and always picturing her. On my desk, on my chair, on my couch, on me. I want to see her take Logan up the ass as she sucks me off, but I know she isn’t ready for that yet. We knew she would be soon, though. And I was eagerly waiting for that day.

  Everything was looking up when I went in to the office. We set up a meeting with the marketing director to make the first stride in her start-up, making a full marketing plan that we would actually stick to. Even still, I came into the office looking like one of Logan’s students, but I’m just not about suits. Everyone here knows that.

  I was putting files together, all the information we had on it. Madeline was due here any minute and I couldn’t wait to see her. I even smiled at the thought of her before Logan came bursting in my office. And he wasn’t alone.

  The smart thing to do is never sleep with your employees, but a few months ago I couldn’t even manage that. Stacy has been our PR director for years, and she does the job well. She is also very, very fuckable. She isn’t beautiful like Madeline, just fuckable with large tits. Anyway, we were in the office late one day and somehow ended up having sex in her office. I told her to never speak of it again, and she didn’t, but she’s often made innuendos to try and get me in her again. It was a mistake the first time, but I knew I was never going to do it again.

  “We need to talk.” Logan slams the door behind him and locks it. Well shit.

  I stepped around the desk tentatively, unsure of what was going on. I couldn’t read Stacy’s face, her lip job made her have permanently pursed lips, so she always kind of looked annoyed. Plus, those things feel horrible around your dick, it’s like they lose their ability to suction. Looking at her just made me think of Madeline, but not in a comparative way. Madeline was soft, natural, fucking gorgeous. Where the hell was she?

  “About?” I had a feeling I would need a drink so I poured a glass of Gin, since it doesn’t smell on your breath and I had a meeting in a few minutes.

  “I’m pitching a new business.” Stacy says. She crosses her arms and looks at both of us. Logan shoots me a look that screams annoyed, but I wasn’t sure why.

  “What?” I managed to ask.

  “Well, since you obviously have the means to throw around money on young start-ups, I thought you would look at investing in mine.”

  “You’re our PR rep. You aren’t supposed to pitch us…I think.” I looked to Logan, and he nodded to tell me that I was correct. We don’t accept pitches from our internal employees, for obvious reasons.

  Anything done within the company is subject to a bunch of complicated business laws that I never bothered to really know. I just listen to human resources and don’t leave myself subject to sexual harassment. It’s a wonder I haven’t failed that task. But Stacy knows better than anyone what’s best for the company, and she knows about the meeting we have today. Why would she come and do this now?

  “I know that. But you could at least hear me out.”

  “Hear you out?” Logan raised his voice. Stacy held up her hands and jutted back in shock, giving him a look that said why on earth are you shouting at me. She always had this entitled aura about her, and it usually goes unnoticed since we don’t see her very much unless there is a new launch. But right now it’s getting under my skin and it made me pour another drink.

  “Yes. I think I have a good idea, and if you would just look at it…” Logan cut her off.

  “I won’t be looking at anything. Have you even finalized the PR packet for our new start-up?” Logan asked her. I wondered what was even up his ass today, usually he isn’t this rude. I’m the asshole in this duo.

  “No, because it isn’t important.” She crosses her arms defiantly and sticks her nose out.

  “Excuse you, it is important.” I murmured.

  Her and Logan go at it for quite a while, firing back a bunch of banter they must have paid attention to in college. I barely recognized most of the terms but I got most of it. Stacy isn’t doing her job, for whatever reason I have no clue. She had been looking out for herself. She only met Madeline once, so maybe she was jealous. Maybe she didn’t like what was going on. She may not even know we were sleeping together, but for some reason she couldn’t stop bringing up our start-up. We hadn’t even named it yet and she wanted to stomp on it. It didn’t make any sense to me
.

  “I don’t understand why you can’t just have an open mind.”

  “Maybe because you stopped doing your job weeks ago! Where is the last press packet I asked for over a week ago?” Logan scolded her.

  He crossed his arms and glared at her. I stood with my hands on my hips, watching the scene unfold and trying not to laugh. I knew it was serious, we can’t lose a PR director, but we could hire one just the same. We have resumes up our ass from people who want to work for us. I would do anything to stop this madness.

  “It’s hard to get anything done around here, what with your new collegiate whore running around.” She spat.

  I pointed my finger angrily at her, “that’s enough. You don’t talk about her like that. I’m about done with this conversation.” I rolled my shoulders and stood back, glancing at Logan.

  “Stacy, you’re fired. You can take your courtesy two weeks if you want. But I don’t want you coming into the office anymore, and your office will be cleared out tomorrow.” Logan frowned and practically growled at her.

  She gasped as she stared at us, with her mouth open. She looked over to me, as if to plead with me or something. I looked away. Maybe I felt a little bad, but I always stand with Logan. Even if I missed half the conversation they had. I trusted that why he fired her was justified. Maybe I don’t pay much attention to what goes on around here.

  “Logan.” She pleads. We both knew she was trying to stay strong.

  She looked to both of us again, and Logan didn’t say anything. The tension in the air was thick, and strong. I could hear Logan’s labored breathing of anger. When the tension was at its thickest, she finally turned on her heel and left, slamming the door behind her.

  I let out a deep exhale, and poured Logan a drink. He looked like he needed one, with his face all red. I keep telling him to tan but he doesn’t listen. Most of my workouts I did outside, so I tanned naturally. Anyway, I poured his scotch and he drank it greedily.