His Professor: Dad's Debt, #3

By Blake Feldman

I'm going to be his first. I don't care about the consequences.

Students are supposed to be off limits. But at my company's masquerade, I had a taste of Jamie's lips and now I'm addicted. He has no idea that the masked man he kissed at an office party is the same one who stares at his mouth every day and thinks about doing more. A lot more.

He's a student in my class. A pupil with flawless attendance and a 4.0. I shouldn't be looking at him. I shouldn't be thinking any dirty thoughts about him and those perfect lips. I've never felt this way about a student before. I know the university's rules. I know he's almost half my age.

But I don't care.

Because he's mine. I'm about to teach him everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zaftig Publishing
• Release date: Jun 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386234890

Book preview

1

No More Video Games

Y ou're not staying here alone.

I was sitting around in my boxers playing Plague, Inc. Uh, what?

I said that you're not allowed to stay here alone like a loser, my dad snapped. So put on your suit and get ready.

But Dad... I whined.

Suit. Now. My dad closed my bedroom door. I glared at it as it clicked shut. My dad was insanely overbearing sometimes. I shuffled through the dirty clothes on my floor to get to my closet. I unwrapped my single suit from the dry cleaner's plastic and found a clean white button-down. I shrugged into my clothing and made a face at myself in the mirror. I grabbed my phone and wallet before shoving them into my suit jacket.

Ready, I said, moving to the front door. My dad was texting someone on his phone. He slid it into his jacket pocket and gave me a comb. Comb your hair.

I spun to look at the mirror we had next to the door. All done. I gave it back to him.

He twisted the door knob and headed downstairs towards our car. That's how I knew it was serious and how I knew he wasn't planning on drinking tonight. Your business parties are so fun, aren't they, Dad?

Shut up, he said. We slid into the car. My dad was in a terrible mood tonight. You'd think that he'd loosen up for a New Year's Eve party, but my dad was insanely uptight. We drove in silence towards the venue. We came up to the valet.

Oh! Hello, sir, the young teenager at the valet stand said. We'll take care of your car.

See that you do, my dad growled. I just waved at the valet and walked in. I thought that the shoulders of my suit were a little too stiff. I felt like I was in a straitjacket.

I'll find you when it's time to go home. With that, Dad departed to schmooze with his business associates. I was an old hand at these kinds of dumb parties. There was one strategy that had never failed me: camping by the desserts. I'd have to go for a run tomorrow, but it would be worth it. I sidled over. They had a selection of raspberry fruit tarts, cannoli, some kind of dark chocolate cake, various kinds of cookies, and rapidly melting ice cream sandwiches. I chose an ice cream sandwich first, because by the end of the night, they'd probably be melted. I shoved the entirety into my mouth.

2

Masquerade Party

THREE HOURS LATER

Ihad a stomachache from pigging out. It was like binging food and eating Netflix, except without eating Netflix. My phone didn't have enough charge to handle dumb parties like this. I needed to buy one of those phone power packs or something.

People had come and gone from the refreshments table. Everyone here was getting steadily drunker while I got steadily closer to developing diabetes. I watched as one of the interns stumbled off with our CFO. I shrugged. It was up to her, and if I tried to stop anything, they'd both get mad at me. I made a note to try to check on her before we left.

I drained another glass of Coke. Forget running tomorrow. I needed to do it today -- straight to a bathroom. I shoved my way through the crowd of people too drunk to care to get to the bathroom. I barged in, my bladder making it very clear that I needed to get in there right now.

Except it wasn't a bathroom with separate stalls. It was a single room for one person at a time.

Sorry! I shouted before flushing red and heading back out the door. I'd caught a glimpse of a toned ass, the kind of backside that I'd only seen in dirty movies. I needed to find another bathroom pronto. I heard the sound of water running before the door opened. A guy with a mask on was zipping up his pants.

Come on in. I was just finishing up anyway. He looked at me. You're pretty red. Is it because you liked what you saw? He winked at me.

I forgot about my urgent needs and just gaped at him.

You're pretty cute, he observed. I like your goldfish imitation. He grabbed the lapels of my suit and pulled me close to his mouth. "You know what time it is, right?'

I could hear people counting down from ten.