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Me:I found an accessory to wear to class today.
Then I send the picture.
Now my outfit is perfect.
Chapter 44
Emery
I’m blaming the equal parts excited and terrified butterflies in my stomach for why I arrive to class way too early. Like so early, the lights aren’t even on, and there is no one else in the room.
Forcing a deep breath that releases with a shuddering pace, I push into the room, hoping that magically turns on the lights. Which it does, thank fuck.
Okay, this is fine. Everything is fine. So what if I’m walking around campus with a piece of purple silicone wedged into my vagina that could start vibrating at any minute? No one knows. I’m fine. This is fine.
Although, maybe that’s why I’m so fucking nervous? I have zero control over whether this thing is going to turn on. Will Hudson come through for me? And if he doesn’t turn up, does that mean he considers yesterday a mistake? Not knowing the answer makes my stomach ache.
I make my way over to my regular seat, several rows up and dead center, and set up my laptop, like the good little student that I am. Hopefully, we’ll get our pop quiz results back today. I’ve checked the student portal several times, but nothing has been posted yet.
It doesn’t take long before other students start arriving. The silence of the room is broken by their conversations, and it helps to settle my nerves.
Will enters the room with his friends only a few minutes before class starts and looks for me right away. I probably shouldn’t have been staring at the door quite so obsessively, because the moment we make eye contact, his expression lights up.
As his friends go to the row behind me, he pauses by my seat, crouching down so that I don’t have to look up at him. “How was your weekend?”
I think back to the Sybian, Xavier’s hostage roleplay, and blowing Hudson in his car while he drove. Then I shrug nonchalantly. “Pretty average. Studied, mostly. What about yours?”
“I had that away game Friday night—we won, by the way. Then a party Saturday night. I was hoping that you might have been there to help the team celebrate.” There is a cocky grin on his face, and it takes all my self-control not to roll my eyes at him.
Yeah, sure. He wanted me to help theteamcelebrate.
Thankfully, I’m saved from having to come up with a reply by the doors opening with Derek’s arrival. Will disappears from my periphery as my pulse shoots up from its nervous hum to a gallop a racehorse would be proud of.
“Good morning.” Derek waits for silence before continuing, his brown eyes scanning the room, never once stopping on me. “After each pop quiz, I like to congratulate the students who achieved the top three best scores. Could the following students please stand…”
“Yasmin Clark, with a score of 95 percent.”
A girl in the front row stands as the door to the classroom opens, and I chance a quick look in that direction, ice flushing through my veins almost as fast as the heat that melts it away.
Hudson.
Oh shit, this is happening.
My nervous system goes into a complete riot. Holy fuck. The vibrator is going to get turned on. Like, actually turned on. Here. In this classroom. With hundreds of other people around me.
I suddenly have very deep regrets about the choices I’ve made.
I mean, I can’t say for certain, but I don’t think I’m a super loud orgasmer, but absolutely any noise I make in this fucking silent classroom is going to be heard.
By everyone.
This was a terrible idea.
“Timothy Bladecki, with a—” Derek cuts off, clearly clocking Hudson’s entrance. “Can I help you, Mr. Gold?”
The venom in his question is enough to make my heart stop.
Hudson is apparently unaffected and climbs the stairs to the back row, keeping a cheerful demeanor. “No help needed. Thought I’d audit your class. See if I have any helpful insights for these young minds.”
