Chapter 66
**Sara**
"Me?" I squeaked. "I don't know! You're the professor here. Aren't you supposed to have all the answers?"
"Come on, Sara," he coaxed. "Use that brilliant mind of yours. What do you want option two to be?"
I bit my lip, my mind spinning with possibilities. Each one was more inappropriate than the last. "I... I really don't know," I stammered. "My brain's kind of short-circuiting right now."
"Alright, how about this? I'll meet you now and tell you option two in person."
My pulse quickened at the thought. "Now? As in... right now?"
"Unless you have a better offer?"
I glanced at the clock and cursed under my breath. "Shit. I can't. I need to be somewhere."
"Oh?" His disappointment was evident. "Where to?"
"It's my friend Daniel's birthday party," I explained, moving towards my closet. "It's this evening, and I completely forgot about it until now. God, I'm such a scatterbrain sometimes." I rummaged through my clothes, pulling out a few potential outfits. "I need to get ready. You know, make myself look beautiful and sexy and all that jazz."
"Beautiful and sexy, huh? Now that I'd like to see."
"Well, too bad, Professor. This show's not for you."
"Is that so?" Tom's voice deepened, making me shiver. "How about meeting after the party?"
I nearly dropped my phone. "After the party?" I squeaked.
"Mhm," he hummed. "You go, have fun with your friends, and then... come see me."
My heart did a little tap dance in my chest. "I... I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Why not?" He sounded genuinely curious. "Afraid you won't be able to resist my charms?"
"Your charms? Please. I'm more worried about tripping over my feet after a few drinks."
"Come on, Sara," he coaxed. "What are you terrified of?"
I sighed, flopping back onto my bed. "I'm scared, okay? There, I said it. Happy now?"
"Scared of what?"
"Of... everything!" I blurted out. "Of ruining my academic career, of disappointing my parents, of... of..."
"Of what?"
I squeezed my eyes shut. "Of how much I want you," I whispered. "Because if I see you tonight, I might be unable to stop kissing you. And if I start kissing you, I might need... more."
"More?" Tom's voice was husky. "Tell me what you mean by 'more', Sara."
"You know exactly what I mean. Don't make me spell it out."
"But what if I want you to spell it out?" he teased. "What if I want to hear every dirty little thought in that beautiful head of yours?"
"You can't just say things like that!"
"Why not? It's the truth. I want to know every fantasy, every desire. Tell me, Sara. What do you think about when you're alone in your bed at night?"
I bit my lip, torn between embarrassment and arousal. "I... I think about your hands," I admitted softly. "How they felt on my skin that night. How I wanted them to touch me everywhere."
"Everywhere?" Tom's voice was pure sin. "Be specific, darling. Where exactly did you want my hands?"
"Oh my god," I groaned, burying my face in a pillow. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Not at all," he chuckled. "I'm just trying to get you to be honest about what you want. So tell me, Sara. Where did you want my hands?"
"I really don't want to get into the nitty-gritty details of my, um, fantasies. Can we please change the subject?"
"Ah, come on," he purred. "Don't be shy. I'm dying to know."
"Well, you're just going to have to suffer, mister," I huffed. "Because I'm not going to sit here and describe all the dirty things I want you to do to me. That's not happening."
"Oh, really?" His voice dropped seductively. "What if I asked nicely?"
"Tom, please. I'm already running late as it is. I need to get ready for this party."
"Alright, alright." He chuckled. "But you're not off the hook, you know. I'm still dying to hear all about your naughty thoughts."
"Yeah, well, you're just going to have to use your imagination," I retorted. "I'm hanging up now before you can ask me anything else embarrassing."
"Wait!" he said quickly. "Before you go, can I ask you one more thing?"
I hesitated, biting my lip. "I guess. But make it quick."
"Are you... are you touching yourself right now?"
My eyes widened, and I felt my face flush scarlet. "What? No! Absolutely not!"
"Pity. I was hoping to hear you moan my name.
"I'm hanging up now. Bye, Tom."
"Alright, alright. I'll let you go for now." His voice softened. "But promise me you'll come see me after the party?"
I paused, chewing on my lip. "I... I don't know. I'm still not sure that's a good idea."
"Please, Sara?" he murmured. "I miss you. I need to see you."
I let out a shaky breath. "Everywhere," I whispered.
"What?" he breathed.
"You asked where I wanted your hands," I whispered. "Everywhere. I wanted them everywhere."
"Fuck, Sara. You're killing me."
"Well, now you know. So what are you going to do about it?"
"What am I going to do?" he echoed, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. "I'm going to pick you up after that party and have my way with you. That's what I'm going to do."
My heart pounded in my chest. "Tom, I..."
"Please, Sara," he interrupted. "Let me see you tonight. I need you."
I closed my eyes, warring with my better judgment. "I... I don't know. I'm still not sure it's a good idea."
"It's a fantastic idea," he insisted. "I promise I'll be the perfect gentleman. I just... I need to see you, Sara. To touch you, even if it's just for a moment."
"Okay. Fine. But you better behave yourself, mister."
"Oh, I'll be on my best behavior," he assured me. "I wouldn't dream of doing anything untoward in public."
"Somehow, I doubt that," I muttered. "But fine. I'll text you the address when I'm ready to leave the party."
"Thank you, Sara," he breathed. "You have no idea how much this means to me."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I grumbled, regretting my decision. "I need to go get ready now. Bye, Tom."
"Goodbye, my dear. I'll be counting the minutes until I see you."
I hung up the phone with a groan, burying my face in my hands. "What the hell am I doing?" I muttered to myself.
But even as the question left my lips, I knew the answer. I wanted Tom more than I'd ever wanted anything. And despite my better judgment, I was going to let him have me.
With a resigned sigh, I pushed myself off the bed and headed to the closet, determined to make myself look irresistible. If Tom was going to pick me up after the party, I wanted to make sure he couldn't keep his hands off me.
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