Professorens Fristelse

Professorens Fristelse

Gregory Ellington

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Introduction

Hans finger begyndte at bevæge sig igen, gnide stramme cirkler på min klit, mens hans tommelfinger gled ind i mig, pumpende ind og ud i en langsom, bevidst rytme.
Jeg stønnede ind i hans mund, min krop bevægede sig med hans tommelfinger, mine hofter bukkede, mens jeg jagtede min forløsning. "Tom, vær sød," hviskede jeg mod hans læber.
"Kom for mig, Sara," knurrede han, hans finger pressede hårdere mod min klit. "Lad mig mærke dig komme på min hånd."
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Sara troede, hun havde fundet den perfekte kærlighed med sin kæreste Matt, indtil et ødelæggende svigt knuste hendes verden. Søgende trøst, vender hun sig til et lidenskabeligt engangsknald med en mystisk fremmed, kun for at opdage, at han er hendes nye professor, Tom.
Toms verden er ikke, hvad den ser ud til - han er søn af en milliardær, og hans far presser ham til at opgive sit professorat og overtage familievirksomheden.
Vil Sara finde modet til at følge sit hjerte, eller vil samfundets normer og tidligere svigt rive dem fra hinanden?
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Chapter 1

Sara

Jeg trådte ud i den kølige aftenluft, mine hæle klikkede mod fortovet, mens jeg gik for at møde min kæreste, Matt. Gadelygterne tændte og kastede lange skygger over fortovet.

En let brise raslede gennem træerne og bar duften af blomstrende jasmin med sig. Jeg trak vejret dybt og nød den søde aroma. Det mindede mig om den parfume, Matt havde givet mig til vores årsdag sidste år. Minderne fik mig til at smile, men det forsvandt hurtigt, da jeg huskede, hvorfor jeg skulle møde ham i aften.

Min telefon summede i min taske og afbrød mine tanker. Jeg fiskede den op og fumlede med lynlåsen. "Dumme lille taske," mumlede jeg. "Hvem har designet dig, en egern?"

Skærmen lyste op med min veninde Jessicas grinende ansigt – en selfie, hun havde taget efter en margarita for meget på sidste pigetur.

"Tal om solen," mumlede jeg og svarede opkaldet. "Jess, hvad sker der?"

"Sara! Gudskelov, du svarede. Hør, jeg har en krise."

"Hvilken slags krise taler vi om? Er du løbet tør for den overprisede ansigtscreme igen?"

"Værre! Jeg keder mig ihjel. Vil du tage en drink? Jeg har fundet et nyt sted, der laver de mest fantastiske candyfloss-martinier. De er som diabetes i et glas, men så det værd."

"Så fristende som det lyder, kan jeg ikke. Jeg er på vej for at møde Matt. Jeg har ikke set ham ordentligt i ugevis. Jeg er nødt til at tale med ham."

Der var en pause i den anden ende. "Er alt okay?"

Jeg sukkede og sparkede til en sten, mens jeg gik. "Jeg ved det ikke. Han har været... fjern på det seneste. Altid travlt med arbejde eller for træt til at hænge ud. Jeg begynder at spekulere på, om han er allergisk over for min tilstedeværelse eller noget."

"Du er nødt til at tale med ham. Find ud af, hvad der foregår. Kommunikation er nøglen, ikke? Det siger alle de der klichéfyldte forholdsguruer."

"Ja, jeg gætter på det." Jeg sparkede til en anden sten og forestillede mig, at det var Matts hoved. Barnligt? Måske. Tilfredsstillende? Absolut.

"Lov mig, at du vil tale med ham i aften. Ingen kyllingeri!"

"Ja, mor. Jeg lover, at jeg vil bruge mine store pige-ord og det hele."

"Godt. Og hey, når vi nu taler om ting, der får dig til at føle dig bedre – har du hørt om den nye professor i virksomhedsøkonomi?"

Jeg rynkede panden. "Nej, hvorfor skulle det få mig til at føle mig bedre?"

"Fordi, min kære Sara, rygterne siger, at han er drøngodt udseende. Som i 'jeg ville faktisk møde op til en forelæsning klokken 8 om morgenen for ham' lækker."

"Jess, du er klar over, at han stadig bare er en professor, ikke? Uanset hvor lækker han er, er han der for at undervise, ikke for at være øjenguf for tørstige studerende."

"Åh, kom nu! Vær ikke sådan en festbrems. Hvis han er så flot, må jeg måske selv forfølge ham. Hvem siger, at læring ikke kan være sjovt?"

"Du er umulig," grinede jeg og rystede på hovedet. "Desuden, er du ikke bekymret for hele magtdynamikken mellem studerende og lærer? Det er lidt creepy. Og jeg er ikke interesseret i at date ældre professorer. Punktum."

"Men hvad hvis han er ung?"

"Stadig nej. Jeg er ikke interesseret i professorer, unge eller gamle, lækre eller ej. Punktum."

"Fint, fint," indvilligede hun. "Men når du sidder i klassen og keder dig ihjel, så kom ikke og græd til mig om forspildte muligheder."

"Tro mig, det vil jeg ikke," forsikrede jeg hende og stoppede ved et fodgængerfelt. "Det eneste, jeg vil græde over i klassen, er mit karaktergennemsnit."

"Apropos gråd," sagde Jessica og skiftede tone, "er du sikker på, at du er okay? Du ved, med hele Matt-situationen?"

Jeg sukkede og så på trafiklyset skifte. "Jeg ved det ikke. Jeg finder vel snart ud af det."

"Nå, men hvis det går galt, husk – der er altid den lækre professor i kulissen."

"Farvel, Jessica," sagde jeg bestemt, men kunne ikke lade være med at smile.

"Elsker dig, skat! Ring senere!"

Jeg lagde på og rystede på hovedet, mens jeg krydsede gaden. Lad det være op til Jessica at forsøge at sætte mig op med en professor, jeg aldrig havde mødt. Nogle gange undrede jeg mig over, om hun levede i samme virkelighed som os andre.

Da jeg nærmede mig restauranten, hvor jeg skulle møde Matt, snoede min mave sig i knuder. Hvad hvis han slog op med mig? Hvad hvis han havde mødt en anden?

Jeg glattede min kjole ned og ønskede pludselig, at jeg havde taget noget mere sexet på.

Restaurantens varme skær spredte sig ud på fortovet og lokkede mig indenfor. Jeg tog en dyb indånding og forberedte mig på, hvad der end ventede mig. Lige da jeg rakte ud efter dørhåndtaget, vibrerede min telefon.

Det var Matt.

Matt: Sara, jeg er virkelig ked af det. Noget kom op på arbejdet. Kan vi tage en regncheck? Jeg lover, jeg gør det godt igen senere. Vi skal nok få en dejlig aften sammen. Elsker dig.

Jeg stirrede på skærmen, mine følelser svingede mellem lettelse og frustration. På den ene side slog han ikke op med mig. På den anden side havde han brændt mig af. Igen. Jeg havde gjort mig så fin for ingenting. Jeg skulle have taget imod Jessicas tilbud om de der candyfloss-martinier.

Jeg kiggede ned på mit outfit—en sød lille sort kjole, der sad perfekt på mine kurver, parret med hæle, der fik mine ben til at se uendeligt lange ud. Alt dette arbejde var spildt på de ligegyldige blikke fra forbipasserende og en omstrejfende due, der mistænksomt kiggede på mine sko.

"Du skal ikke engang tænke på det, fuglehjerne," advarede jeg duen. Den hældte hovedet som for at sige, "Udfordring accepteret."

Mens jeg gik hjem, vandrede mine tanker til Matts løfte om at 'gøre det godt igen' senere. En lille spænding løb gennem mig ved tanken. På trods af hans nylige distancerede opførsel kunne Matt være opmærksom, når han ville.

Jeg huskede vores sidste aften sammen, hvordan hans hænder havde strejfet min krop og efterladt gåsehud i deres kølvand. Hvordan hans læber gled ned ad min hals og fik mig til at skælve af forventning. Følelsen af hans—

"Wow, tiger," mumlede jeg og mærkede mine kinder blusse. "Lad os ikke komme for godt i gang. Han skal dukke op først."

Alligevel løftede løftet om en lidenskabelig aften sammen mit humør en smule. Dette var ikke et totalt tab alligevel. Jeg ville have tid til at forberede mig, til at iføre mig noget mere fristende end denne kjole.

Jeg smilede, allerede i gang med at planlægge mit outfit. Eller mangel på samme. Matt ville ikke ane, hvad der ramte ham.

Da jeg nåede min lejlighed, skreg mine fødder om nåde. Jeg sparkede mine hæle af og sukkede af lettelse, da mine tæer sank ned i det bløde tæppe.

Jeg smed mig på sofaen og spredte mig ud som en søstjerne. Min kjole gled op og afslørede en generøs mængde lår, men hvem bekymrede sig? Jeg var lykkeligt alene i min lejlighed. Ingen nysgerrige øjne, ingen domme. Bare mig, mine tanker og den velsignede stilhed.

Jeg lukkede øjnene, klar til at glide ind i en pizza-og-vin-induceret koma, da min telefon ringede. Den skingre tone skar gennem stilheden og fik mig til at hoppe.

Skærmen lyste op med et navn, jeg ikke havde set i evigheder. Claire? Min bedste veninde fra gymnasiet? Vi havde ikke talt sammen i... ja, længere tid end jeg havde lyst til at indrømme. Hvad kunne hun mon ville?

Jeg svarede, min stemme en blanding af chok og ivrighed. "Claire? Er det virkelig dig?"

"Sara! Åh Gud, det er evigheder siden!" Hendes stemme knitrede gennem højttaleren, varm og velkendt.

Jeg satte mig op og glattede min kjole ned. "Hvad skylder jeg denne blast from the past?"

"Åh, du ved, bare lige tjekke op på min yndlingsmedskyldige," grinede hun. "Hvordan holder du dig med hele Matt-situationen?"

Jeg rynkede panden, forvirret. "Matt-situationen? Hvad taler du om?"

"Bruddet, fjolle. Sig ikke, at du stadig er i fornægtelse."

"Jeg hader at sige det, men Matt og jeg er stadig meget sammen. Faktisk skulle vi mødes til middag i aften, men han blev fanget på arbejdet."

Der var en lang pause i den anden ende. Så lang, at jeg troede, opkaldet var blevet afbrudt.

"Claire? Er du der stadig?"

"Sara..." Hendes stemme var tøvende, næsten smertefuld. "Jeg ved ikke, hvordan jeg skal sige det her, men Matt dater allerede en anden. Victoria. Jeg så dem lige sammen på en pub."

Mit hjerte sank i maven. "Hvad? Nej, det er umuligt. Du må tage fejl."

"Jeg ville ønske, jeg var, skat. Men jeg har beviser."

Min telefon vibrerede med indkommende beskeder. Med rystende hænder satte jeg Claire på højttaler og åbnede dem.

"Åh. Min. Gud." Ordene undslap mine læber i en kvalt hvisken.

Matt var på min skærm. Min Matt. Med armene omkring en fantastisk rødhåret kvinde, deres kroppe presset så tæt sammen, at man ikke kunne skubbe et kreditkort imellem dem. Og det var bare det første billede.

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