Thirteen

It's five in the morning. We were informed to meet in parking lot D at 6:30 AM.
Last night, I had packed everything that I will need, including a sketchbook. There's no way I'm leaving without one. I know I'll be too inspired to put it down.
We should arrive there some time tomorrow night.
As I roll my suitcase out the door, I begin to think about Dean.
He'll be with me on this trip the entire time and I'm suppose to keep my distance from him. How will I manage? How will he manage? We made a deal, though. I won't be teasing him, so he better not do the same. One little screw up can cost us.
I walk into the elevator and press the first floor with a yawn. It's way too early, but it's worth it.
If I'm lucky, I'll hardly see Dean. Maybe he'll be too busy chaperoning a different group or hanging around the other professors, who knows. As long as we keep a safe distance between us, then I think I can hold off.
Besides, we shouldn't even be fucking in the first place. The whole idea makes me guilty, but I can't stop myself, resulting me to feel ashamed of what I've just done.
Jeez, I sound like an emotional woman eating ice cream.
The elevator stops on the first floor. I walk out and make my way to the location we're suppose to meet.
Maybe this trip will teach me self control. Perhaps I'll be over him, maybe I'll be able to move on and never look back. Then I won't have to worry about destroying anyone's careers.
* * *
I wanted the window seat, but we were assigned to ones instead like a kindergarten class. They claim that it was the most organized way.
I sit on the end of two seats with two unfamiliar boys. One is really stocky with spiked hair while the other is real scrawny with curly hair. Every now and then, I'll catch them winking at me.
I roll my eyes.
How long until this plane lands?
* * *
It's been about an hour already. It feels longer than that though. I keep trying to sleep it off, but these seats are too uncomfortable, plus, my mind is heavy. I can't stop thinking about Dean.
Speaking of which, I haven't seen him since we went on board. I wonder where he's at. Probably first class.
My bladder then warns me to utilize the restroom. I rise and begin to walk down the aisle, watching my ankle boots step in front of each other one by one.
I blindly bump into a hard figure. Gasping, I back up while softly apologizing.
Dean grins down at me, causing me to blush.
I found him...
"Miss White." He greets.
I bite my lip. "Professor Collins." I welcome back softly.
His expression falls. He then begins to walk past me before stopping beside me and whispering by my ear, "No teasing, Miss White, or I'll be forced to bend you over my knee." He straightens back up and contiues walking.
I remain still, my heart pounding. I think his threat should be count as teasing. He's already making this so hard.
I sigh as I head towards the bathroom.
When I return, I grab my phone out to play my music. I notice a message from Dean and open it.
"Say the word and I'll fuck you in the bathroom."
I frown while inhaling deeply.
"Mr. Collins, we had a deal, did we not? I do believe fucking was one of the rules that was listed as not to do."
Now he really is teasing me. This isn't fair. He isn't keeping his promise. If anything, he's doing the exact opposite of what I want him to do. Of course he would. He's so stubborn.
My phone buzzes.
"Fair point. Thought I'd give it a try."
Good. Maybe this time he'll actually listen. I swear, if he does this during the entire trip, he will definitely be getting an earful from me.
* * *
I open my eyes while hearing soft giggling beside me. I then notice that my head is resting on the stocky guy's shoulder. The other guy smiles at me.
I quickly lift my head from his shoulder with a disgust feature on my face.
What time is it? How long was I out? I check the time on my phone to realize we've been flying for about five hours now.
I sigh while getting out of my seat to walk back towards the bathroom.
I spot Dean walking towards me from the bathroom. He watches me satisfyingly as he passes me. I feel his hand grip my butt as he does so.
I frown and turn back at him. He keeps walking without looking back.
I huff. What happened to the damn deal?
After returning from the bathroom, I grab my phone and text, "Dean. Stop teasing me. Yours truly, a pissed off STUDENT."
I fold my arms as I glare out the window. It doesn't take long for my phone to buzz again.
"Was that a threat, Miss White? If so, you have me shaking. I've not seen this side before. It's cute."
"You think I'm cute when I'm mad? Well, keep up this childish behavior and I'll be sexy!" I warn furiously.
How can he promise me something and not follow through with it. What an asshole.
"Another threat. Oh, Rosie, what am I going to have to do to you when we get back?"
"That still counts as teasing."
"I'm just trying to be fair here, baby. The more angry you get with me here, the more fury you'll feel in the sheets."
A smile slips my lips. "Was that a threat, Mr. Collins?"
"It sure was. Keep it up and my taunting will grow. You did this to yourself."
I can't even believe him. Now he's playing games with me again. I'm so tempted to cuss him out and argue with him, but it'll only make things worse. I decide to not respond. Anything I do reply with will end badly.
* * *
Finally, we've arrived in Paris. It's currently one in the morning as we walk into our hotel. A storm slowly growls in the distance.
After we're assigned to our rooms, I begin to walk towards the elevator hazily. I didn't get that much sleep on the plane. I'm exhausted.
I'm excited to see my room, though; and by see my room, I mean look out the window. My anonymous roomate and I were placed on the seventh floor. I'm excited to see the view.
Once I'm inside the elevator, I watch the doors almost close before a hand stops them. Dean walks inside after they open back up.
I frown at him. I'm still mad at him for today. I'm mad at him for breaking his side of the deal. My teeth press down hard together.
His eyes glance over at the buttons and then at me.
I scowl at him.
His eyebrows raise. "Oh my, Miss White. Are you upset?" He sarcastically questions.
I fold my arms.
Just ignore him, just ignore him.
"As a matter of fact, yes. I am mad." I turn my body to face him. "You completely disobeyed your promise and then replaced the rules with some of your own. How childish of you!" I shout with a stomp.
He smirks down at me while sliding his hands in his pockets.
"This isn't funny, Dean." I narrow my eyes at him.
"It is to me." He shrugs.
I grit my teeth harder. "You never listen."
He cocks his head to the side, his expression becoming angry now.
"Really? Because you never listen either." He swiftly pushes my back against the wall with his chest, his hand holds both my wrist down in front of me as he leans his face towards mine. "You're just as bad." He growls while pressing his erection into between my hips.
I swallow hard while watching him speechless. Now, I just want to rip off his jeans and surrender myself to him. Just like that, Dean can make me from angry to horny in seconds.
The elevator slows with a loud ding.
He immediatly pushes himself off of me just in time for the door to open. An old couple patiently waits for us to leave.
I step outside past the couple as fast as I can away from him. This trip is going to be hell for me if he keeps doing this.
I stop in front of my door and pull my card key from my pocket. Dean catches my attention from down the hall. He walks toward me with his determined look.
My eyes follow him as he contiues down the hall. He stops in front of a door two rooms down and swipes his key. Once he opens the door, he smirks at me and walks in.
My mouth is open. That can't be a coincidence. He's making this way harder now. I enter my room with a sigh.
Not only will the teasing never end, but now he's only a couple rooms away. Fantastic.
* * *
My alarm goes off at six AM. We're suppose to have breakfast downstairs real quick before we leave for the museum.
After climbing out of the shower, I strap on my bra and grab my panties from the bathroom counter. I hold it up for my eye view as I realize that these are the vibration ones. Odd, I hadn't realized I grabbed these from my suitcase, I was only grabbing at random.
Why did I bring them anyway? It's not like either Dean or I has the remote. That's probably a good thing though, I don't need the distraction nor the risk of getting caught. Sliding it on, I shrug and figure 'why not?'
I slip on a white, floral dress with white wedges. The heart-shaped top is strapless, exposing my thin shoulders and lifted breast. The bottom fans out above my mid-thighs.
Before leaving, I tie my hair into a bun, allowing free strands to frame my face.
I spot Dean talking to one of the other male chaperones at a small table. They both talk casually while eating a muffin.
As I walk towards the breakfast buffet, I silently pray that Dean won't see me. With my luck, he does. His eyes watch me determinedly.
I ignore his gaze while grabbing a plate.
He's not going to win this time. Last night was a close call, but it won't happen. He will have to wait until we return.
I reach over for the eggs with the serving spoon, scooping them into a good amount on my plate.
"That dress should be against our rules." Dean's voice startles me, causing me to hit the back of my head on the light above the eggs and dropping the spoon.
I face him with a frown while rubbing the back of my head. "You have no room to speak about breaking the rules." I scowl with my arms folded.
His grin moves to the side. "I'm trying as hard as I can." He smirks.
"No, you are not." I growl softly for only him to hear, searching the lobby to make sure no one is watching.
He laces his fingers onto his lower back with a ridiculous grin like as if he's hiding something.
"What?" I narrow my eyes at him. "And stop standing so close to me, people will get suspicious." I push my palms against him, causing him to step back.
He chuckles. "You're putting way too much thought into this, Rosie Posie."
I check my surroundings again. "Miss White." I snarl. "Talk to me professionally. People are around."
He shakes his head while backing up. "Relax. Enjoy the trip." He turns on his heel and sits himself back down at his table.
I sigh while running my hand over my face.
I can't enjoy it with you around.
I finish gathering my meal and sit down at the table on the opposite side of the room away from Dean.
I poke the fork into the egg when a sudden movement tickles my lower abdomen. A gasp slips from my throat as I drop my fork onto my plate.
My eyes draw over to Dean, who is currently smiling at me.
Fuck.