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She frowns. “What do you mean it got messed up? Did he hurt you or something?”
She looks about ready to jump out of her chair to go defend me and I’m overwhelmed with a flash of affection for her.
“No, Em. He didn’t hurt me.” I blow out a breath, knowing there’s no real way to get out of this conversation. And maybe I don’t want there to be. Maybe talking to Emma will actually help. God knows I’m even more confused this morning than I was before.
So I tell her about meeting him moments after I’d walked into the club. About him taking me behind the steel door to showme the back rooms. About the things we did in those rooms. By the time I’m finished, her mouth is hanging open.
“Holy shit, girl,” she says, eyes bugging out of her head. “First of all, that’s super hot.” She holds out her fist to bump mine and I reciprocate, even as I roll my eyes at her. “Honestly, I never would have thought you had it in you.”
I shrug. “I didn’t either, to tell the truth. But there was something about this guy, Em. He was…I don’t know how to describe it. We just…sparked, you know?”
She sighs, looking a little dreamy. “Those are the best hookups.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” I mutter, having no real hook-up experience to compare it too. Then I drop the first of my complication bombs. “Things felt a lot less awesome the next day when he showed up for brunch with Mason.”
Her eyes widen. “So when you said heknewMason?—”
“I was underselling. They were college roommates. They’re still really good friends.”
“Fuck.”
“Oh, it gets better,” I assure her. “The reason Mason invited him along is because he thought it might help me to network a little with one of the professors at the university.”
It only takes a second for what I’m saying to sink in. She just stares at me, mouth agape, until she finally stands and walks straight to the cupboard that holds our liquor. She pulls down a bottle of bourbon and brings it back to the table, adding a healthy measure to both of our coffees without saying a word.
“Good call,” I mutter, taking a sip.
“This is nuts, Harper,” she says. “So the morning after you let this stranger finger bang you in a sex club, he shows up at brunch with your brother. And then you find out that he’s a professor at your university.”
“Not just a professor,” I interrupt. “The professor in charge of the research project I wanted to land.”
“The one you got?” she yelps.
“Yup. I’m working with the hot dom teacher. My life is officially insane.”
“Jesus. You’re not kidding.”
I tell her about our first awkward meeting on campus and about the discussion we had about our boundaries when I got the position. “Obviously we said nothing could ever happen again.” I take a sip of coffee, the bourbon warming my chest. “But then last night he shows up at the club and goes all alpha when he sees me with another guy.”
“Which was totally hot, by the way,” she says. “Even if I was slightly scared for your life.”
It’s my turn to raise my eyebrows. “Slightly scared? You tried to forbid me from leaving with him.”
She waves that away. “So what happened when you got to his house?”
I do my damnedest not to blush but I’m not sure I succeed. A grin spreads across her face. “I was right about the freshly fucked part?”
“So right.”
She reaches across the table to grab my hands. “Okay, we obviously need to talk about the heavy stuff and all the complications, but first you have to tell me—how was it?”
I close my eyes, letting images from the night before wash over me. The way he had pounced on me in the entryway. The command in his voice when he told me to suck him off, to touch myself. The way he had touched me. The way he hadspankedme.
“Shit, Em,” I finally say, opening my eyes. “It was amazing.”
To my surprise, she looks a little teary. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you describe sex that way.”
“Because it’s never felt that way. Seriously. I didn’t know it even could.”
