The Professor's Pet (A BDSM Romance Novel)

The Professor's Pet (A BDSM Romance Novel) by Tara Crescent Read Free Book Online

Book: The Professor's Pet (A BDSM Romance Novel) by Tara Crescent Read Free Book Online
Authors: Tara Crescent
off, but Sanjay was standing there, and I needed to act as normal as possible, else be the target of whispered speculation. “Absolutely, I just need to finish up here, I’ll be along in fifteen minutes.”
    “I’ll give you a ride,” Jake announced. “Sanjay, see you there?”
    ***
    I got into the car in silence.
    “Still feeling regret for that night?” he asked me. There was a note of something that might almost have been vulnerability in his voice.
    “What? No.” I shook my head. Regret was the furthest thing from what I was feeling. What I felt was arousal; I had to only look at him, and the memories of that night came rushing back.
    “So what gives, Emily? Why the anger?”
    “You always laugh at me,” I replied.  “I don’t like being laughed at.”
    “Pity,” was all he said, lips twitching.
    ***
    Sanjay and Jake were deep in conversation at the bar, and I used the opportunity to study Jake covertly. He looked good; I’d forgotten how good-looking he was, in a rugged, all-guy kind of way.
    “So that’s Dr. Jacob Ballard,” Anna pulled up next to me, a glass of wine in her hand. She whistled through her teeth. “Some people really do have it all, don’t you think? His project is attracting some serious buzz, and then he’s a total looker. How do you know him?”
    “We worked on the same floor in Boston,” I replied. “Anna, you know everything that happens round here, how long does his project run for?”
    “Eight weeks,” she said. “Why?”
    “Just curious,” I lied. There was a germ of an idea in my head; one that would hinge on whether Jake wanted a repeat of our night together, or not.
    “He’s checking you out,” she giggled.
    “He is?” I instinctively looked at him, our eyes meeting. He smiled at me, raised his glass slightly and then resumed his conversation with Sanjay. I felt piqued, and then I laughed to myself at my reaction. Okay. I wanted him to be fascinated by me; to ask me to come up to his hotel room. I definitely wanted a repeat of that night. Sure, it wasn’t the wisest thing I could do, but I still wanted it.
    “I’m going to get another drink,” I announced, and headed up to the bar. I deliberately found a spot by Jake, leaned forward to grab the bartender’s attention.
    “Emily,” his voice was at my ear. “Want to get out of here, grab some dinner?”
    I turned towards him. His head was slightly inclined, he was waiting for my reply. Sanjay was nowhere to be seen, but I could see Anna’s eyes upon us.
    “Are you going to laugh at me?” I asked him.
    His lips twitched. “It’s pretty likely, yes. You get angry so easily, it’s hard to resist.”
    I laughed despite myself. “In that case, Professor Ballard,” I muttered, sotto voce, “you can pay for dinner.”
    I swept out before him; I could hear him chuckle as he followed me.
    ***
    We were seated in a tiny little cantina; the kind that dotted much of the Bay area. Chip s and salsa on the table; the tablecloths were laminated for easy wiping; dusty fake flowers sat in a white plastic vase in the center.
    “Perhaps I should have picked the restaurant as well, if I’m making you pay for dinner,” I muttered wryly.
    He grinned at me. “Oh, ye of little faith. These guys make the best pozole I’ve ever had.”
    He was right. When the soup came out, I closed my eyes, breathed in the aroma of the food, then took a taste. It was amazing. I moaned involuntarily in pleasure.
    He was watching me with a smirk. “Fine,” I grumbled. “You are right. It is delicious.”
    ***
    We kept the conversation light during dinner; we chatted about Boston, the university, the people we knew in common. He gave me the mail that Colin had collected, which sent a stab of disappointment through me.
    “Is that why we are having dinner?” I asked, keeping my voice steady with an effort. “So you can give me my mail?”
    He looked at me silently, not replying for a long moment. “No,” he said finally. Just

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