Professor Presley

Chapter Fifteen

He nods and picks up his office phone. He dials out, "Hi, I need an order for delivery..." He speaks to someone about the location, then orders my favorite Chinese meal without any hesitation. He orders something for himself and a platter of sushi. "About how long will it be?" I glance at him as he nods and pulls his wallet out of his pocket, paying over the phone with his card.

Once he hangs up, I pull a twenty dollar bill out of my wallet and attempt to hand it to him, he refuses it. "Wait, no, I should pay for my meal."

Elvis shakes his head, "That's not happenin'. I've got it."

I sigh, feeling defeated, and go back to my work. We work diligently in total silence until Elvis' phone rings. He quickly picks it up, "Hello? Yes, it's locked. I'll be right down." He hangs up the phone and looks up at me, "The food is here. I'll be right back."

I nod as he leaves the room. I pull out my phone and quickly text Sarah.

You(5:36 PM): Elvis looks really good right now... He went home to change. And he bought dinner! He's making it hard to stay mad at him...

I send the message and set my phone down, returning to the paper in front of me. A moment later my phone dings.

Sarah(5:38 PM): Go for it if you really want to, but stay guarded. I'll be waiting, ready to kick butt if I need to 😉

I set my phone down after rolling my eyes and smiling. She always knew just what to say. My phone goes off again a moment later.

Professor Hottie(5:40 PM): Hey um... Can you come and open the door for me? I don't have enough hands...

I furrow my brow at his message. How can he text me, but not have enough hands to open the door? I get up and open the office door, stepping out into the hallway. "Okay, he must be out front then," I say to myself quietly as I make my way towards the stairwell. I open the door and step in, the door just barely closing when I'm pinned against the wall. Lips strike my neck, making me gasp. I try to fight whoever this is off, but they pin my wrists above my head. Piercing blue eyes lock with mine, "Stay quiet." I let out a half sigh of relief when I realize that it's just Elvis.

As soon as I feel relief, I fight him off more. "We can't do this out here," I whisper to him. "And what makes you think I want to do this at all?"

Just as the question is past my lips, his lock onto mine, pressing me harder into the wall. His free hand skates down my front, cupping just between my thighs. I hear a slight laugh as he pulls his lips back. "If you don't wanna do this, then why are you so wet?" His eyes stare darkly into mine.

I shrug, unsure of how to respond. "Can we at least go back to your office? Please... I don't want to get caught in these stairs." I slowly pull my wrists from his grip and push him back, "I don't want you to get fired."

He nods in agreement, leaning down to pick up the take-out he'd set on the floor before his assault on me. Just as he straightens up, another professor enters the hallway. "Presley," he says with a curt nod. Elvis nods back, "Barnett."

I roll my eyes as I turn away from both of them and hold open the door for Elvis. Men have such weird interactions I swear. We walk back to his office in silence, the tension so thick anyone else could practically see it. He sets the food on his desk as I shut the door. As I'm turning around, I see him approaching me. I put my hand up to stop him, "No. I want to talk first."

Elvis backs away with his hands in the air, "Understandable. Have a seat and we can talk." He sits down in his chair and motions to the chair I had sat in earlier. I sit and mindlessly smooth my jeans with my palms. When I look up, his blue eyes are piercing into me. "I suppose you'd like to know what happened."

I nearly choke as I stifle laughter. "I know what happened." He cocks his head slightly to the side, indicating that I should go on. "You promised not to break my heart and then promptly found the next slut to bed, is what happened."

He drops his face to his lap and I could see him nervously bouncing his leg. "You're partially correct. I promised I wouldn't hurt you. And then I was fooling around with someone else." He clears his throat and lifts his head back up to me, "But I assure you I haven't bedded anyone. We made out, with some heavy over the clothing touching. That's all."

I arch a brow, "That's all? You say that so casually as if I should just be fine with it." I run my fingers through my ponytail, "You really hurt me, Elvis." I lean forward and lower my voice so that no one could hear if they happened to be passing by, "I allowed you full access to my body. Something I had never done before. I'd never even kissed someone, and you ate it up. Told me how sexy I was and how you couldn't believe that no one else had ever gotten anywhere with me." I lean back against the chair, feeling hot tears start to prick at my eyes, "And then you turned around, the very next day, and made a move on someone else. What makes you think I should forgive you for that."

Elvis' face was wracked with guilt, but I watch as he attempts to pull a coy grin, "Because your body clearly wants more." I scoff and stand up, smacking my hands on my legs for emphasis as I do so. I bend down to grab my bag, "My god you're disgusting." I shake my head, "You think that just because I'm still physically aroused by you, that I should just instantly forget everything you've done? How callous can you actually be?"

I motion towards the Chinese food steaming on his desk, "You can eat all of this yourself, or offer it to Anna if you really want. I don't want it anymore." I sigh heavily and start to turn from him, "I don't even want to be your secretary anymore. Find someone else to grade papers and make lesson plans with, because it won't be me."

I hear him get up as I start to march towards the door. Tears starting to spill from my eyes. How could he have revealed his true colors so quickly? I place my hand on the door knob. Just as I'm about to twist it, his voice breaks the silence, "Wait." I freeze, but don't turn back to him. His voice sounded different just then. Was he crying too? Maybe I should turn...

I shake the thought off and sigh, "What is it?" My body felt as if it were pulsating from the anger.

"Please don't go," his voice is softer now, pleading almost. "I'll do anything you want. Whatever it takes for you to forgive me, please Marissa."

I allow my hand to slip off of the doorknob and slowly turn towards him, "My trust is broken with you. It's going to take a lot for that to be rebuilt." I lift my head and allow myself to lock eyes with him. Just as I'd thought, tears were staining his cheeks. He stands behind his desk, his palms pressing flat into the surface as if to restrain himself from moving.

Elvis shakes his head lightly, "Whatever it takes. Whatever you want or need me to do, I'll do it. Just name it and I'll do it."

Just as I'm about to ask why he wants me so bad, my stomach growls loud enough for the whole building to hear. I sigh and take a cautious step forward. "Let's eat first, and then we'll discuss terms." He nods and sits back down at his desk. He begins pulling open the bag of food and arranging the containers on his desk. I sit back down in my chair, grab my container of food, and slowly begin to eat.

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Hi everyone! I know it's been about... 4 years? 😅 But here I am! I honestly got busy with life and neglected my stories. I recently got a spark of inspiration and have been rereading my stories and deciding how I want to move forward with them. Thank you for your patience and continued support. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to update with a new one as soon as I can! If you read Loving You keep your eyes peeled, there may be an update in the near future; I'm just currently rereading each chapter and trying to jog my memory of all the events that have taken place.
-Katelyn