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At 4:08, Janie took a deep breath and fixing her face into a mask of willing and eager sweetness, knocked on Professor Gilbert’s office door.
“Come.” He didn’t look up from his desk as she entered. “Shut the door behind you, please.”
She did as she was told and stood just inside the door. She smoothed her short skirt with her hands and tugged the hem of her sweater down, making sure the creamy swells of her breasts were displayed at their best. She frowned slightly when he didn’t stop what he was doing. Still not looking at her, he said, “Have a seat.”
Again, she did as she was told and sat in the low chair across the desk from him. After a very long minute or two, he stopped typing and looked up at her. “You’re late.”
“Am I?” She smiled and waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, just by a few minutes…”
“Nearly ten minutes. Of my time,” he said, getting up and taking a seat in the chair beside hers. He leaned back and crossed his arms. “Not a very good start, Jane.”
He was scolding her, but his voice was low and even. He didn’t seem angry, or upset, or even disappointed. He didn’t sound like he was mocking her, either. Janie didn’t quite know what to make of it and she felt herself falter. “I lost track of the time.” She tried to keep her voice light, but even she could hear the note of desperation in her excuse.
“Hmm. Seems to be a pattern with you.”
Fuck. It was not going the way she had envisioned it. “I have a lot going on. I have a full course load…”
“I looked up your records. Made a few phone calls. To say you have a ‘full course load’ is a bit of a stretch, wouldn’t you say? I mean, if you attended more than a handful of lectures or classes in a week, maybe.” Janie said nothing, but she could feel her cheeks growing hot and there was something in his quiet, matter-of-fact tone of voice that made her feel that any argument was going to be futile. She nodded and tried to keep her mask from slipping any further.
“Hmm.” He studied her silently for a moment. “So. What are you offering?”
His directness caught her off guard. “I…I don’t…know…”
“Come on, Jane. When you approached me after class, you had something in mind. You said—with a great deal of eyelash batting and hip twitching, I might add—that you’d be happy to do anything to get your grade up. I’m assuming you didn’t mean attending class or doing extra work, since you’ve barely attended my lectures as it is, and just doing the regular assigned class work seems to be more than you can manage. Leads me to think you had something else in mind. So what was it?”
Janie’s cheeks burned. “That wasn’t what I meant.”
He smiled. “Wasn’t it?”
Janie didn’t answer. He leaned forward and rested his hand on her bare knee. His hand was warm and soft, and she felt goosebumps rise where he was touching her. Slowly and lightly, he ran his fingers over her skin. “So, did you come here to make a specific offer, or were you waiting to see what kind of sexual favors I’m interested in first?”
His eyes were looking into hers, unflinching and unwavering. She felt for all the world that her bluff was being called, only she hadn’t been bluffing. What was it? She blinked, but he didn’t. His dark blue eyes seemed to look right through her and read her very thoughts while his face remained passive and unmoved. She couldn’t read him, and it unnerved her. She shivered, but it wasn’t from fear.
She was aware of his hand on her, stroking her skin gently, mindlessly, though she doubted he did anything without thinking. She could smell the musky spice of his aftershave and could see a small spot on his jawline where he’d nicked himself shaving . She found herself imagining him out of his clothes, picturing him not buttoned-down and well-groomed for class but rumpled and sweating, and her nipples hardened in response.
“How about I go first?” Janie nodded and swallowed hard.
“Stand up.” Janie stood, only noticing then that her knees were wobbling a bit.
“Put your hands flat on my desk.”
She bent slightly at the waist and rested the palms of her hands on the polished wood. He rose and positioned himself behind her. He put his hands on her hips and pressed himself against her ass. She could feel him through his pants, hard and hot, and her breath caught in her throat. “I could take you right now,” he said, sliding his hands down her thighs and gathering the hem of her skirt in his hands. “There’s not much standing in my way, is there? I could slide your skirt up, pull your panties to the side and take you right here, bent over my desk. Couldn’t I?”
Janie could only nod.
“Would you like that?” His voice was still low and measured and the only clue she had to his emotions was the swell of his hard cock pressed against her. When she didn’t answer, he said, “What if I promised you a passing grade? Or would it cost me an ‘A’ to fuck you on my desk?”
His words made her shiver again. “Turn around, Jane.”
She turned and he was against her, pressing her against his desk. “I’m going to need an answer here,” he said, raising his hand and running his thumb over her full lower lip. “I need you to tell me what you want from me, and what you’re willing to do in return.”
Janie looked up at him, into his eyes, and felt herself falling into their cold, blue depths. “I just don’t want to fail another class,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do anything.”
He slid his hand around her waist and pulled her to him, letting her feel his need again. He bent his head, brushing his lips against her ear and making her shudder anew. “I might ask quite a bit of you, sweet Jane,” he whispered. “But if you please me, a passing grade will be the least of what you receive. I’m prepared to be quite generous, if you hold up your end of our little agreement. Is that acceptable to you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice choked with lust.
He pulled her close again and she gasped as he wound his fingers in her auburn curls and pulled her head back. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed as she waited for the feeling of his lips on hers.
“Open your eyes,” he said. Her lids fluttered open, her face a question. “One of the calls I made this afternoon was to your adviser. For the time being, she’s agreed to let me take over that job. Until further notice, you answer to me. You’ve agreed to do anything, and I expect you to honor that bargain. So I ask you one last time, are you willing to do anything I ask in exchange for passing grades?”
“Yes,” she said, her knees weak, her lips desperate for his.
He released her, and stepped back, circling his desk and sitting down at his computer again. He looked at the screen. “You have a class at 5:30. Go get something to eat and get to class. Don’t be late.” Janie didn’t move, but stayed frozen, half-seated on the edge of his desk. “Did you hear me?”
She turned. “So…you’re not going to–”
“Fuck you? Not right this minute, no. I just wanted to see how willing you are.” He smiled. “It’s information I needed, Jane.”
Janie stood up straight and squared her shoulders, and smoothing her skirt, she said, “I prefer to be called Janie.”
Without looking up from his computer, he said, “Janie is a little girl’s name. A diminutive. Jane is a woman’s name.” He looked up and smiled at her again. “I have no use for girls.”
She fidgeted a bit, smoothing her skirt again nervously. “So, what do you want me to…do. I mean…if you’re not…if you don’t want to…”
“Fuck you? Oh, I want to fuck you. A lot, in fact. You may have noticed. And God knows you could use a good fucking. But I don’t intend for you to be late for class. You should probably get going, in fact.” He picked up his phone and tapped the screen. “I have a free block of time tomorrow at two. You can come back then.” He looked back down at his computer and began typing.
“Two?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said, not looking up. “And this time, don’t be late.”
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