I shot a glare in her direction. “I wish.”
“Do you really?” she asked, obviously amused.
“I can’t seem to get him out of my head,” I sighed. “I’ve never gone through this before.”
“It’s like a rite of passage, Nat,” she said. “Every girl goes through it. Granted you’re going through it a little late. But better late than never, as they say.”
“How many times have you felt this way about a guy?” I asked curiously.
“Twice,” Missy said, without hesitation. “The first time was for my brother’s best friend and the second time was for a guy in high school.”
“And, did you ever act on it?”
She smiled fondly. “I was ten when my brother brought home his college roommate. His name was Ryan, and he was twenty. So, it wasn’t like I could do anything about it. But two years ago, Ryan joined the family for Christmas and…let’s just say I fulfilled my childhood fantasies.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You were having fantasies at ten?”
“I developed early.”
I suppressed a laugh and shook my head. “And the second time?”
“Dwayne Harris… I was sixteen, and he was the new kid in school,” Missy told me. “I lost my virginity to him.”
“And what did it feel like…when you finally…you know?”
She shrugged. “You know what? It depends. With Dwayne, we were both young and inexperienced, so it was awkward and messy and weird. But with Ryan… With Ryan, it was something else.”
I sighed. “I don’t suppose I’ll ever get a chance to act on this though.”
“Oh, never say never,” Missy said, with a secretive wink.
“What does—”
“It’s time to get ready!” Missy said, clapping her hands together and cutting me off.
“So, what have you picked out for me to wear?”
“Something great,” she said unhelpfully.
“Okay… just as long as it’s not too short…or too tight…or—”
“It’s short, tight, and sexy as fuck,” Missy said. “And, you’re going to look smoking tonight. Now sit down, shut up, and trust me.”
Chapter Eight
Chance
It had been a long day, and I was eager to put it behind me. I had noticed the dark-haired girl in my morning lecture. As usual, her hair had been tied back in a ponytail, and she wore the same oversized clothes that seemed to swallow her whole. I had also noticed Jason staring at her a little more than I thought was necessary.
I shook my head, trying to snap myself out of the weird funk I had been in lately. Am I really so hard up that I am fantasizing about students now? I decided to go out that night and work out some of the sexual frustration that seemed to be building up inside me. I had just turned the corner into another hall reserved for professors’ offices and consultation rooms when a sound caught my attention.
I stopped walking and concentrated on the familiar sound. It couldn’t be what I thought it was. I wondered if my own desires were simply making me hear things. I walked further down the hall, and the sounds became more pronounced. It was the unmistakable thumping of flesh on flesh, and I knew instantly that I wasn’t imagining anything.
Half shocked and half amused, I tried to figure out which office the sound was coming from. I was almost at the end of the corridor when a door to my left opened, and Lindsey stuck her head through. She was disheveled and panting heavily. Her blouse was hanging out of her skirt, and her hair was a mess of tangles. She gasped audibly when she saw me standing there, and I raised my eyebrows at her.
“Chance,” she stuttered.
“Professor Hayes.” I smiled.