"Thank you, Zane. I am not even going to bother asking why. I am just grateful." I say and he smiles without showing teeth. I asked him the other day already, there is no need going around in circles. "Good girl." He says offhandedly and yet I blush furiously because of how erotic it sounded to me. A dark vision of me stroking him just to hear that rich velvety baritone of his grunt in my ears moaning, urging me on, flashes across my head and I blush even deeper. "What? Is that too much? Okay, okay, I will stick to just Alex. I am sorry." Zane says, he leans forward because I keep looking down at my shoes and the contrast of the brown leather against the blood red of the rug. "Yeah." I smile though I feel like bolting out of the couch and running away, and to keep running till I am out of his reach. His pull. Before I damn all the restraints holding me back and do something I might regret. I look up at him, he has a gentle teasing smile on his face. I must be the funniest thing he
She tries to be the opposite of her actual self in her writings. For example in this poem, I can tell immediately that she is writing about herself, but she warps the character into some cheery extroverted popular teen with lots of friends. It comes off as dishonest and garish. Trying too hard. I read the poems once more.I look up at her pretty face watching me with naked anticipation, and I see for the first time how bad of an idea this was. I don't have the heart to criticise her work. I don't have the right words. I am not cut for these kinds of interactions.I have tried mentoring before. The first and last time. I don't know how to use the kind of words these kids want to hear. I drive straight to the heart of the issue and try to iron it out but they don't see beyond my wording of their flaws, they can't or won't get past it and it all just goes to hell from there. I don't like remembering Shane. But I can't deny that he hasn't filtered into my mind since I accepted Alex's pro
I didn't mean to raise my voice. I didn't mean to project all my insecurities from the Shane business on her. I am probably jumping the gun here but I don't care. She drives me crazy. She gets up suddenly, I am still seated and have no intention to get up too. I am too worked up. "Right. I am sorry for putting you in such a tight spot, Sirr" She says, I hear the slight trembling in her voice and I feel even more terrible. "Alex." I get up but she is already at my door. She doesn't look back as she steps out hurriedly, in the defiance of her shoulders, I think I see them shaking but I can't be sure. I sink back into the chair and Shane's face comes back to me, laughing, taunting, I cover my eyes with my hands but he won't go away. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎Alex POV:I don't know how I got to the room but I find myself at the door and I push in blindly. I managed to reel in the hot bubbling tornado of tears of embarrassment threatening to spill out of me in torrents since I ran out of his office.
I sit up, Penny leaves my bed to go sit at her mirror, and she starts moisturising her body like she didn't just drop a bombshell on me. Though I don't even know if I believe her. Because of Tristan's angle. She would believe anything Tristan fed her. But it kind of makes sense, too. Tristan's preconceived hatred and anger of Orion seals it. That can be the only reason. "But that can't be true. If even his parents didn't believe him, how can you?" I say defensively, my tears forgotten, a lump of dread in my throat. No matter how hard I try to picture Zane the way she has painted him, it is hard. There must be a misunderstanding somewhere. "What do parents know about their kids?" She retorts with an all-knowing snort as she goes about putting on underwear. "I don't think you should just blindly believe all Tristan says to you." In my confusion, I feel angry. That fucking Tristan. "And what is that supposed to mean?" Penny stops looking for whatever in her wardrobe to glare at me ov
"Ow!" Maggie yells and moves away from me. The people seated around us turn their attention to us and I cringe even more. "Okay class. Today, we are just going to discuss the assignment I gave. We are pretty ahead with our course work and I am proud of that. So, I am going to call someone at random to help us out today." Zane's voice booms from the head of the class. Everybody goes quiet. Even Maggie stops her fidgeting. In moments like this, I am stunned by the deep contrast between this man who commanded attention and respect like this and the man who spoke dirty to me privately. He rarely laughs in class. Yet we laughed together yesterday. I manage to raise my head and our eyes meet instantly, I look away. My heart starts beating. A cold fist twists my insides painfully with awful nerves. Oh God, he shouldn't pick me for this task. I can barely speak to him and he would pick me to speak to the whole class? I guess he must think there should be a difference, but there really isn
"But, If you are serious about needing my mentoring, then I expect you to show up on Friday with your wits about you. I don't condone emotional outbursts. You didn't even let me actually say anything before storming out of my office. Should I transfer you to someone else? A senior? Would that be better?" I say. I mean to throw it in the mix as a sort of threat. Alex looks up at me defiantly, her startling green eyes blazing with that familiar anger I find so incredibly erotic. I don't know how she pulls me but I find myself inching closer to her or she walks closer to me? I can't tell, but we are suddenly standing too close. Mere inches between us and I remember the bewitching softness of her body from that night long ago in the dark parking lot. Her scent that lingered. "Yes, yes. Do that. Transfer me to a senior. A guy, preferably. I think that would be best so when I experience another of my emotional outbursts, he can take care of me instead of insisting I get a hold of myself.
Alex POV:Oh. My. God!I lost my mind! What possessed me? I have gone crazy!I yell in my head as I walk down the hallway, needing to escape as quick as I can. But escape from what? From who?From the reckless girl who did all that with Zane in the empty lecture hall. What was that about? Oh God. My neck is still hot where he rested his stubbled chin on. I can still smell his strong cologne of quiet masculinity. Dark notes of rain washed woodsy forest. It is hard to note but it is so overpowering in a particularly quiet way. My body is still humming, thrumming like something alive and hard is still pressing against my ass. My chest is still heaving and when the bright morning sunlight hits me in the face, I squint against its harsh glare, momentarily confused. I have been walking in a daze. Feeling like I have been possessed by another entity. One fueled by jealousy and lust. I know what pushed me was the jealousy I felt because of Claire's brilliant composure of herself with him
Alex POV:"No, mom, I won't be coming home for the break." I say for the third time into my phone as I make the twenty minutes walk to campus. To the department. To Zane Orion's office. It is Friday and my mother all the way over in Boston has decided this crucial moment in time is the best time to call me and nag about our fragile mother daughter relationship. "And I don't understand why?" She retorts over the phone. The same thing she has repeated for the last three times I have told her I would not be coming home for the break that is still at least a month away. "Mom, I gotta go now. We will talk later." I say into the phone when the tall grey building of the creative writing department comes into view. "Alexander! Don't you dare cut me off." My mother yells at me over the phone. Because of the distance between us, the yell doesn't carry as much weight. I could almost laugh. "Okay. What were we talking about? Though I have to let you that you are making me late to my mentorin