Rule Number 8

Jennifer's POV 

The week went by quickly, and it was the weekend, but I couldn't help the excitement of working at the house of the professor that I had loved all my youth, so I decided to resume a day before my appointment day.

“What! Are you crazy? How can you cancel our outing at the last minute because you are eager to resume work?” Vera screamed at the other end of the phone, and I tried to persuade her.

“It's not like that; it's just that I think it's only appropriate that I resumed a day before so I can get the hang of things.” I lied through my teeth, and I could tell that Vera didn't buy my lies.

“Really? Are you sure it's not because of the professor?” She teased, and I refuted profusely. “No, of course not!”

“Why are you so hyper? Even if it's because of him, it's only right, you know you have to get him to sleep with you in a month if you want to win our bet,” she said, and for some weird reason, the bet didn't sit right with me anymore.

“About that bet, Vera…” I was saying, but my words trailed off when one of my roommates, Clara, walked into the room, and she eyed my bag weirdly.

“Going somewhere?” she asked, slumping on the bed, and I hung up on the car with Vera promising to make it up to her about the outing I cancelled.

“Yeah, I got a part-time job off campus, so I won't be around for the time being,” I said, and she nodded her head while she eyed me suspiciously.

Clara has been my roommate since freshman year, but she majored in marketing, and since she was an introvert, we rarely hang out except for subtle interactions like this one.

“A part-time job? And you are dressed like this?” She asked, and I felt uncomfortable in my short red dress. I wore the red dress that was insanely short because I wanted the professor to desire me. Maybe my act was too evident.

“You think so?” I asked, but Clara didn't respond, as she was busy with reading, so I left her be. After I packed my bags, I left for the professor's house, bidding farewell to Clara, to which she didn't reply.

I got to the mansion a day before the said date because I couldn't wait to see my hot professor, and security let me in after he confirmed with the boss. I stepped into the living room only to see Professor Sander for the first time in casual wear, and my mind was blown away.

He looked absolutely breathtaking in a simple shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, showing off his toned biceps. I swallowed my saliva when he stood up, and my eyes trailed off to his loose gray pants as he walked towards me, but my eyes were fixated on his lower part. It looked magnificent in those loose pants, and I wondered how big it would look without the pants.

“Are you always this absentminded?” I heard his deep baritone voice, and I jolted back to reality, apologizing for my bad manners. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't.” I was saying, but he cut me off coldly.

“Since you will be working for me, I hope you will stop doing things that you have to apologize for, Ms Kendrick.” Professor Sander says, but his voice sounded like lyrics to my ears, that I didn't notice the warning that laced his voice.

“Don't worry, I won't be doing anything I will need to apologise for; I'm a good girl, you know,” I said with a sultry voice, stepping closer to him, and I noticed his eyes glance at my exposed cleavage.

“Since you will be working here, I have a few rules you must follow,” he stated.

“Rules? What are those?” I asked, pouting softly.

“Rule 1: you keep the relationship between us a secret.” He says. “Relationship between us?” I asked mischievously.

“I mean, you are my housekeeper.” He clarified. “I understand.” I replied, with a wink, and the man looked irritated with my actions.

He listed so many rules, and I agreed to all of them until he mentioned the disturbing part.

“Rule 8: You mustn't have any romantic affection for your employer.” Professor Sander said, and I gasped.

“But…” I wanted to say, but I trailed off. If I argued, I might give off my secret of being in love with him for so long, so I gave up.

“Ok”, I replied. I wouldn't need to argue because we both would be breaking that rule in a few days.

‘Too bad, Professor; I already broke that rule a long time ago, and you are going to be breaking it too very soon.’ I mulled in my head as I watched him lay out more rules while I fantasized about him in my head.

“Rule…” he breathed, and I panicked.

“What! Are you not done with the rules?” I asked, frustrated, wondering why he had so many rules, but he just shrugged off my words. 

“I have so many rules, Ms Kendrick, because I need to keep you in check, and any break in any of the rules, you are out!” He deadpanned, and my eyes flickered with fear.

“Out? Do you mean I will lose my job?” I asked, and he nodded his head.

If I couldn't break any rules, how could I get the professor to like me or even win the bet I made with Vera? But I shook my head; I would definitely crack my cold professor's shield.

“Don't worry, professor, I'm going to serve you well, and I will make sure that you will remember this day fondly.” I said with a smiling, locking gaze with him.