Professor Bryant

Chapter Eight

I was a little stunned to come outside and see the car that he drove me back to my dorm in, but someone else was driving. For a minute, I thought that maybe someone had tried to steal it, but I quickly realized that this must have been his driver. Why would a teacher have a driver? Was it something that he could even afford on a teacher’s salary? It took me back to the expensive dress that he sent me. Surely, he didn’t make that much being a teacher, right?

After climbing into the back seat as elegantly as I could while wearing a dress, Dylan joined me, giving me a smile that made my heart flutter. I will never know why he had chosen me to become interested in. As mad as I was at him for what he did, I couldn’t ignore the apparent chemistry that we had. What did I know? Maybe what I was feeling was nothing more than s****l tension.

“You are quiet. Is something wrong?”

I rolled my eyes. The pure fact that he even had to ask me irritated me. “Yes, as a matter of fact, there is something wrong. Where should I start?”

Dylan tried desperately to hold back his smile. I couldn’t stay mad at him when he looked like that. “I already said that I was sorry, and I did mean it, Riley. I have no idea what this is between us, but you are the only thing on my mind when I’m not around you. Seeing you in class Monday through Thursday is the highlight of my week. I don’t want to lie to you and promise you something that I can’t, but I am offering for us to have this one night. Don’t spend it pouting and being mad at me. Let’s just enjoy this night together.”

“Where are we even going? Wouldn’t it be bad for the both of us if we got caught going on a date together?”

“Of course, that is why I have decided to take you somewhere special where no one knows that I am your teacher.”

My smile broke through too the longer that I stared at his gorgeous face. “I’d prefer professor. Thank you very much.”

I could hear a slight humming come from the back of his throat, and it made him irresistible. I hated how he had that effect on me just by a sound he made. “I like it when you call me Professor.”

“Do you? I had no idea.”

He laughed so hard that he started coughing a little. I guess that I needed to work on my sexy innocent persona a little more. Something told me that it would come in handy while I was with Dylan. 

The drive didn’t last nearly as long as I expected it to. We were in Chicago so staying here was out of the question. Everyone would easily know who we were. If that happened, everything would be ruined before it even started. As we drove a little further, I realized that we were in Oak Park. It was a small town just twenty minutes outside of Chicago. Not many people here would know who we were at all. I loved that idea. There was something so surreal about having Dylan all to myself for a few hours.

We pulled up to this impressive restaurant that looked like it was plucked right out of a magazine. I’ve never been to something quite like this before. Growing up, it was all about southern food because that was my mom’s specialty. We never really enjoyed eating out a lot because she loved to cook. That was another thing that I used to take for granted, especially now that I eat out all the time. I miss her cooking like crazy.

Dylan held out his hand for me as I carefully slid out of the backseat. He looked down at me, raised his eyebrows, and then proceeded inside the restaurant.

“Good evening, Mr. Bryant,” the hostess said as soon as we walked through the door as if she had prepared her speech just for this. “Would you like to be seated at your usual table?”

“No, not this evening. I would like to take Ms. Bell here to the second level for our dining experience tonight.”

“Certainly,” she piped up. “Right this way.”

The woman leading us to our table was downright stunning. She was a blonde with the perfect ten body. Her boobs were pressed a little too far out of her shirt. How could Dylan focus on someone like me, plain, when he had a woman like that swaying her hips in front of him. Still, he didn’t look or seem interested in her at all. When I peeked over at him, he was already staring at me as if I was the only woman in here. It was something to get used to for sure.

“Here you are. Your waiter will be with you shortly. Is there anything that I can get you, Mr. Bryant,” she asked all seductively. b***h.

“No, thank you.”

I watched as she walked off, looking over her shoulder in hopes that Dylan was staring at her, but he wasn’t. His eyes were glued to me.

“You have nothing to worry about, Riley. She isn’t my type. You are, which is why you are sitting in front of me and not her.”

I turned my head back to him, wondering how he knew what I was thinking. “Really? Do you mind clarifying for me a little because I’m still clueless over her as to why it is me in the first place?”

“Do you even have to ask? Look at you, Riley. You are beautiful. Any man would be an i***t if he didn’t see that. I, for one, just know how to appreciate it more than some.”

His answer was very vague, but it still made my chest tighten. I think that I liked Dylan more than I thought I did, even after what he did.

My eyes rolling had become such a natural thing when I heard something so preposterous. Dylan telling me that I was beautiful wasn’t exactly something that I noticed at all.

Dylan leaned into me, resting his hand on my upper thigh. My mouth suddenly became so dry. “Please don’t roll your eyes. It makes me want you even more, and I’m already holding back as much as any man could when he has someone as striking as you sitting beside them.”

I gulped. “I doubt that, but I will do my best to control it. I’ve never really given much thought when I do it. It just sort of happens.”

“Why?”

“Well, for one, I don’t think that I am beautiful. When I hear things that I don’t believe, I automatically roll my eyes in response.”

“Good to know, but you are beautiful, Riley. You are beautiful, sexy, and tempting. What kind of guys have you been with to make your self-esteem so low?”

Here it goes, the ex talk on our first date of all dates. I never wanted to bring up Chad ever again, but it was obvious the damage he did when we were together. I didn’t think of myself as tempting or sexy. Chad only ever made me feel beautiful when he wanted s*x. Once he got what he wanted, he went back to making me feel invisible and worthless.

“Only one, and he was sort of an asshole.”

Dylan stared at me with a sort of confused look. “Only one guy? How have you only ever been with one guy? That is a little hard to believe.”

“How many women have you been with?” I regretted the question as soon as I asked it. Honestly, it didn’t matter to me how many women he had slept with. That was none of my business. I could care less as long as he wasn’t a player like Chad and slept with multiple people while seeing me.

“Not as many as you are probably thinking right now. Only a handful of women. I’m very selective about who I sleep with, Riley.”

“How? When you had me in the closet, you were pretty hellbent on sleeping with me. I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t qualify as selective.”

He sighed, then went back to his jaw clenched. “I don’t like when you talk so low of yourself, Riley. The reason that I chose you was pretty simple. It didn’t start until that first day in class when I told you that I thought you didn’t belong in my class, and you instantly defended yourself. The passion that I saw behind your eyes was incredible. From that day on, I thought about you in ways that I shouldn’t.”

The waiter finally stopped at our table, and Dylan stared at him, a little annoyed. “Michael, why did it take so long to get a waiter to my table? Are we have staffing issues again?”

I was so shocked that I couldn’t open my mouth to say anything. It made perfect sense now. Dylan brought me here specifically because he owned this restaurant. He knew his way around here because it was his. This confirmed it for me when he spoke the waiter's name without him even introducing himself.

“Yes, sir,” he answered while lowering his head. “My apologies. I will do better.”

It looked like Dylan might fire the poor guy.

“That’s alright, Michael. Thank you for being honest with me. Tell Aria that I would like to speak to her by the end of this week about the management here.”

“Certainly, sir.”

“Riley, you can give Michael your order when you are ready.”

“I haven’t even had time to look over the menu.”

Dylan turned back to Michael, leaning in to whisper something to him. Michael smiled and nodded his head right before leaving the table.

“What did you just do?”

“Ordered for us, of course. You will love what I ordered, and if not, it will just give me an excuse to take you out again.”

I sighed when I should have been ecstatic that he mentioned having another date with me. Him not telling me that this was his place bothered me more than it should. “Why didn’t you tell me that you owned this restaurant?”

“Because it isn’t something that I usually discuss on a first date. I own many things, Riley. This restaurant is the lesser of any of them. The only reason I still have it up and running is that the girl I hired to manage this place for me needed a fresh start. She is working to own it eventually.”

That was really sweet of him to do.

I moved closer toward him, resting my hand on his thigh too. His legs instantly stiffened. I hadn’t even noticed why until I looked down to see where I had placed my hand. It wasn’t on his thigh. It was placed on his groin. How embarrassing was this? I couldn’t just move my hand now because I would look like a tease or something. 

Dylan started growing hard under my hand, instantly turning me into mush without even touching me. An idea came to me. Even though the closest wasn’t something I would entirely like to remember, what he did to me certainly was. Maybe now I could repay him back in the best revenge possible. We were pretty secluded in our corner on the second level, but the waiter could still catch us at any time. I don’t think that Dylan wanted to explain to his staff why he had a hard-on in the middle of dinner.

Gently, I began moving my hand over his impressively growing length. Wow.

“Riley,” he moaned, bringing his lips close to my ear. “What are you doing?”

I started turning bright red. I couldn’t tell him that I accidentally put my hand there. It would make me look so stupid. “Just waiting for our dinner, Professor Bryant.”

Suddenly Dylan moved over top of me until he had me stuffed into the corner, practically straddling me. He kissed me like he had wanted to do all night, and he was everything. I never wanted him to stop kissing me.

“You are playing with fire right now, Riley.”

“I like fire,” I spit out due to my nervousness.

He smiled and winked at me, pulling up my dress and bundling it around my hips. “Then stay still and very quiet, or everyone in here will know what we are doing.”

Dylan disappeared under the table, and then I felt his tongue lashing against my clit. I gasped and moved a little, hitting my legs on the table. He blew lightly on my clit while pressing a finger inside of me. Holy s**t! It was so intense, but everything I never knew that I was missing. I didn’t want him to stop. Please keep going, I said in my head.

Seconds later, just as I was about to find my release, he pulled away and resurfaced. “Riley, you taste better than anything on this menu ever could.”

“Why did you stop?” I breathed out heavily.

“Because when you come, I want to hear you screaming my name, not muffling it because we are in a restaurant.”

Two could play at that game, Professor Bryant. If he were going to tease me like that, I would surely do the same.