Fourteen

How the hell did he know that I was wearing it?
I inhale deeply while clawing the table, keeping my eyes shut in attempt to not make my pleasure noticeable.
The vibration intensifies even more, causing me to gasp with my eyes open. I shoot a glare at Dean while pushing my jaw forward.
He watches me with a smile and waves. The professor he was talking to returns to his table, causing him to glance at him. The vibration stops immediatly.
I exhale while closing my eyes.
I've got to take these off and put another pair on!
I rise quickly to toss out my plate and head for the elevator. Alex steps in front of me with a smile.
"Hey! There you are." She flashes her smile at me. "I've been looking for you."
"Uh, hi," I anxiously glance over her shoulder at the elevator. A man in a business suit just steps in.
My gut keeps warning me that Dean will continue to taunt me with only the control of my underwear. I keep expecting him to switch it back on any minute now.
While gripping my purse strap on my shoulder, I about step forward before Alex stops me again.
"Aren't you excited to be here and see this beautiful place?" She smiles in awe.
"Oh, yes, it's great." I force a smile while staring at the elevator. I glance back at Dean, who listens to the other professor in front of him.
"Are you okay?" She raises an eyebrow. "You seem. . .Anxious."
"I'm fine. I'm just nervous about the museum." I lie with a chuckle, attempting to sound persuasive.
She nods her head as if she understands. "Ah, okay. Don't worry about it, girl. There's nothing intimidating about it all." She grins.
"Oh, right." I glance back at the elevator. "I gotta go get something from my room." I say quickly before she can cut in again and bolt for the elevator.
Just as I stop in front of the doors, one of the head professionals announces, "Alright, everybody head out to the bus. If you aren't there in the next minute, we are leaving." He walks out of the lobby doors. Students begin to mumble as they toss out their plates and head for the doors.
I glance back at the elevator, then at the lobby doors.
There's no way I can make it in time. I sigh and follow the crowd of students out of the automatic doors.
I pass Dean with a glare. He smirks at me when I pass.
It wasn't long before the bus begins to move. He was right, they weren't waiting for anyone.
I pull my sketchbook out of my purse with shaky hands and grip it against my stomach. Any moment now, Dean could switch on the button. How am I supose to hide my pleasure?
Damn, I should've never put them on.
How was I suppose to know that he brought the remote? And how was I suppose to know that he knew that I was wearing it?
Now I anxiously wait for him to torture me. I have absolutely no idea when he will turn it on, but it can be any minute now.
The bus pulls up to a large museum. It's structured with bricks and has a large sign made out of clay above the doors.
Everyone loads off of the bus and begins to walk through the doors.
Alex joins my side with a smile. "I'm so excited to be here." She squeezes my bicep.
I wish I could say the same, but I keep waiting for Dean to taunt me. Why doesn't he just do it already and get it done and over with?
Maybe he won't at all today. Maybe he knows that it's too risky or that it would be embaressing for me. I guess he has a heart afterall.
My muscles relax after the thought.
Alex and I enter a large room with our class. The place is beautiful. It has a glossy tile floor and clay walls that reach high up to a painted ceiling. A large chandelier hangs overhead with a billon diamonds.
I pull out my pencil from on top of my ear and begin sketching.
The tour guide begins lecturing us about the painted ceiling. Students take pictures with their smartphones silently as the man talks.
I glance over at Alex. She's currently snapping a picture of the chandelier. She then smiles at me. "These pictures are going to lead to a big project."
I stare at my sketchbook with a grin. "I know what you mean."
Our group then moves forward while our tour guide continues talking. "And if you'll look to your left, you'll see one of our most iconic statues."
I sketch the model of a woman, just like the statue. My body leans up against the wall as I do so, the tour guide's voice becoming a mumble.
Suddenly, I am startled by the vibration in my underwear. I gasp as I push myself away from the wall, dropping my sketchbook and pencil on the floor. It causes a loud clapping sound. All eyes turn on me, including the tour guide. I smile at them as I shakly fetch my sketchbook from the ground. They turn their heads back towards the statue.
The vibration still hasn't stopped. I swallow hard as I lean my hand against the wall for support so that I don't fall.
My eyes move up towards Dean. He stands with his hands in his pockets, watching me with an amused expression.
I glare at him while inhaling.
How dare he do this! He has no idea how pissed I am at him. If only I could do something about it. Maybe I can talk to him. Hopefully he'll stop this nonsense.
"Moving along, you'll see in the great room some of our french paintings." The tour guide continues as the students follow him into a large room full of paintings.
I slowly pass through people, turning my shoulder right and left so that I can slip through. Stopping in front of Dean, I frown at him.
With a quick check of my surroundings, I lean towards Dean so that only he can hear me. "Would you stop it already?" I growl in a low, threatening tone.
"I'm having fun." He grins wide.
I press my back teeth together tightly. "Well I'm not. And how did you even know I was wearing it?" I twist my face, my voice becoming pitcher.
"I saw it when you were bent over getting eggs." He murmurs satisfyingly, and it seems as if he's proud of his response, like a boy who got to see my underwear instead.
I huff. "And so you just take that remote everywhere you go?" My eyes narrow at him.
"As a matter of fact, yes, I do. And I'm glad I did." He nods his head.
"Well, I'm not." I growl. "I'm trying to enjoy the museum, professor Collins, but your horny ass keeps preventing me from doing so." My voice is hoarse and rough now. "I want you to stop all of this, the teasing, the underwear, the touching, just stop." It comes out as a threat rather than a plea.
"And what if I don't?" He challenges while glancing at the tour guide. Our group now inches further. We slowly follow behind.
"We're not playing games." I growl before inhaling deeply. "I mean it, stop all of this now."
He watches me for a moment, all humor lost from his face. "I won't make any promises."
I stomp my foot frustratingly. "For crying out loud!" I whisper loudly. "Just fucking listen to me for once already. I'm tired of you thinking this is all a fairytale, as if we won't get caught and the prince wins what he wants. This is reality, whether you want to believe it or not, bad things happen and I'm trying my best to prevent them. You, on the other hand, think it's so hysterical to fuck things up. Well I've had enough." I hiss before marching away. I don't even let him say anything because I know it will be something ridiculous.
I meant every word. I've had enough of everything. I'm tired of begging him to just stop. He's too damn stubborn to even consider listening.
My eyes shift towards the bathroom. There's only one way for him to stop torturing me and for me to enjoy the day. I have to take the underwear off.
* * *
It feels odd without my panties on. I feel so exposed. Now I wish I hadn't worn a dress today. I keep expecting someone to notice.
I know that Dean knows they're off. His eyes just keep watching me furiously. Maybe now he'll actually listen and realize that I'm so done with him. He can even think twice before taking me to the bedroom when we get home. He doesn't deserve it all. Plus, I don't want to fuck him. I'm too angry to. Besides, what's it worth anyway? My career? My pride?
I need to focus on school anyway. He's just too in the way now. So, forget him. I'm done.
* * *
After we've left the museum, we're taken downtown to do what we want. We've even split up from everyone. They told us to meet at the bus at 8 PM.
I check the time on my phone. It reads 6:04 PM. I have a couple hours to shop. I'd really like to buy some art supplies.
Alex is beside me, turning her head right and left with a smile. "I so can't wait to see the Eiffel tower tomorrow."
I grin at her. "I'm pumped too." I then spot an art store ahead of me. "Let's go check that place out." I point at it before we walk in.
We're silent for a minute as we casually search the store. "Are you okay?" Alex speaks up as if she's been holding it in.
I stop in place to look at her. "I'm fine. Why?"
Maybe it's written on my face that I'm a bit upset. I just feel so betrayed by Dean. He thinks that he can do whatever he wants and that I have no say in it. It's so irritating.
"You just seem off today." She grins warmly. "You sure you're okay?" She assures.
I smile. "I'm fine. How could I not? We're in Paris."
She smiles. "Alright, just checking."
* * *
Alex ditched me for some french guy. He hardly knew english, but Alex thought he was attractive enough to walk with him.
It's currently 7:12 PM now. I've been walking in the late evening. I've stopped on a brick bridge above a river. I sigh.
"Where's your friend?" Dean asks behind me softly.
I frown at him, turning my head away from the river. "With someone else." My attention returns to the water as I rest my elbows against the rim.
"Can we talk?" He asks gently.
"No, we can not talk." I hiss with narrow eyes at him. "I already talked with you."
"Please, just listen to me." He pleads.
I turn my body towards him with a huff. My arm rests on my hip. "Huh, isn't it just frustrating when someone won't listen to you?" I fold my arms. "Well, get used to it." I march down the bridge and head for the bus.
I'm about ten minutes away from it, might as well head there before it's too late.
"Rosie," he calls out behind me.
No, I'm done. He can take his pathetic words and shove it up his ass. I don't want to hear it.