Chapter 2

Thalia

I looked away and swallowed, trying to clear the lump that formed in my throat. Fucking hell, my new professor is one of my lovers. What in the world?

I spared him a lot again and he was still looking directly at me. fuck, he remembers me. I looked away again and tried to get my heart to stop beating fast. I hoped to meet him again after the night we had but I never thought it would be like this. At my school.

I didn’t want him to be my professor because that would make him off-limits. The school has a rule that students and professors can’t date as long as the student still attends classes within the school. I didn’t want him to be off-limit. Lucas. I finally know his name but at what cost?

“Lia, the professor is talking to you.”

I heard Emily whisper and I looked toward the front. He smiled and my heart skipped multiple beats. Holy fuck. This wasn’t part of my plan today.

“I am sorry, sir, can you please repeat what you said? I was a little distracted.”

Good, Thalia, good. My voice didn’t stutter and that was a good start. But then he smiled again and a thrill of excitement ran through my whole body.

“I asked for your name,”

His voice, oh his voice. I remember how he sounded when he spoke sweet dirty words into my ear as thrust into me from behind. I shook my head to clear the image that formed in my head and tried to focus on the present.

“My name is Thalia Sinclair.”

Again, I didn’t stutter. Maybe I was only freaking out inside. Good for me because the last thing I want right now is for my coursemates to find out that I am freaking out and the reason is that I fucked the new professor. I know a lot of the students are already thinking of getting into his pants.

Too bad, I already took him and knew exactly how he sounded in the bedroom. Focus Thalia. I shook off every thought and tried my best to hold his gaze even for a split second.

That was all I could do. If not, I could collapse on my seat. Just looking directly at him for a few seconds reminded me of all the things that he did to my body exactly a week ago.

I had the sudden urge to reach out and caress the spot where he had marked me. Yes, I might not have known my lover's name but I could tell their marks apart.

For him, I found out the minute I woke up at the hotel alone but for the other guy, I got home first and found out when I was about to shower.

“Miss, Thalia.”

God, the way he calls my name, reminded me of the times he whispered my name into my ears. Focus Thalia.

“Yes, professor.”

“I see that you are mightily distracted. Why not sit down.”

I didn’t wait to be told twice, I hurriedly took my seat and vowed not to sit in front after today. I can’t believe I have to see him three times a week. Torture, it will be pure torture.

Maybe I should give up on the course, but I can’t. I need the course. I spared a look at my lover turned Professor and he had his eyes on me again.

“Does he want to get me in trouble?”

I whispered to myself. He was making it suspicious. First, he asked for my name and now, he just keeps looking at me. It won’t take long for the nosy people in the class to start making up rumors.

“I must say, Miss, Thalia. You are not at all what the former professor described you as.”

He said, he sounded like he was close to me, and when I lifted my head.

“Holy.”

I whispered when I saw him near my chair.

“What do you mean, sir?”

I asked him. He looked directly at me, smirked, and walked back towards the podium. I let out a sigh of relief.

“He said that you are a star student that I should look at, but from what I have seen so far, you don’t seem to like being here. You are distracted and all. I wonder if the former professor misjudged you.”

Did he just conclude within ten minutes of meeting me? It wasn’t even up to ten minutes. Now that I think about it, it kind of feels like he’s singling me out.

Was this his way of creating a boundary? Was it his way of telling me that whatever happened between us wouldn’t repeat itself and that I should forget about it and focus on being one of the over fifty students taking his class? I stood up again.

“I am sorry, sir. With all due respect, I don’t think it is right for you to just conclude. We just met and Professor Wale knows me enough to know what I really am. I can’t say the same for you.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have said the words. The audible gasp from my coursemates and the silence after made me realize that I might have made a big mistake.