Page 40 of The Professor
Drake - You’re mine Miss Bower, if you want to say I’m yours have at it. Just to be clear here, I’m not fucking anyone else but you.
Emma - Neither am I.
Drake - You’re damn right you aren’t. Now get that sexy ass of yours to bed.
Emma - Will I talk to you again?
Will she talk to me again? I guess that’s a question we both have.
Drake - Yes, night Miss Bower.
Emma - Goodnight Professor Grayson.
I have another quick smoke before I head to bed myself. I’m lost and I need to get my shit together.
* * *
Most of mymorning has consisted of grading the test from last week. The majority so far have done very well, but some I still don’t understand why they are even taking my class. Pouring another cup of coffee, I decide to grade a few more before I grab something for lunch.
The next paper I pick up is Emma’s. I automatically grin when I see her name. Not surprising, she gets everything right and as I mark her test with an A, I glance over at my phone. Fuck it, I’m an adult. I pick it up and pull up her name.
Drake - Morning, Miss Bower.
Just as I got to put the phone down, she texts back.
Emma - Goodmorning, Professor Grayson.
Drake - Have you been working on the article? The entries are due soon.
Emma - I finished it Saturday. I was going to show you in class tomorrow.
Impressed by her dedication, I do something I thought I’d never do.
Drake - I’d really like to read it. Are you up to coming by my place?
This is the only safe place for us to interact or fuck honestly. Not as exciting, but safe. I’m far enough from the university, not to mention the ranch is set far back from the road and my closest neighbor is a mile up the road.
Emma - Sure, when?
Drake - How about an hour and I’ll order a pizza for lunch?
Emma - Alright, what’s the address?
I send her the address and she says she’ll see me in an hour. Putting my coffee cup in the sink, I walk around to make sure there is nothing she’d trip on walking through. Once that’s done, I change out of my gray sweatpants and into a pair of jeans and black T-shirt.
The hour goes faster than I thought it would, so I go out front to have a smoke before she gets here. Just as I take the first drag, I see a red Chevy Cavalier turn into the long driveway. She parks next to my truck as I begin to walk toward her. Before I reach her car, she steps out, looking sexy as hell in a pair of jeans and blue tank top.
Looking around briefly before she turns to me and smiles. “Not what I was expecting.”
I laugh and toss my cigarette into the bushes. “Didn’t picture me having a ranch, huh?”
She walks toward me and lifts her slender shoulders. “I didn’t really know what to expect, but it wasn’t a ranch.”
Grinning, I motion for her to follow me. “I grew up here, but after my dad passed I couldn’t let it go, so I took it.” Stopping at the door, I turn toward her. “I’m in the middle of construction so excuse the mess.”
Stepping inside, I point out the living room being used for storage, as we make our way to the kitchen.
“You decided to update everything after moving back in?” She asks, looking around.
