Paint Me, Professor | Student-Professor Erotic Novel | 18+ | ✔️

82 - His Secret

Alison
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We woke up the next morning close to each other, heating each other with our skin. We didn't speak as the dim light entered through the cracks of the blinds. Chris caressed my arm, following the movements of his fingers with his eyes. He was thinking, I could tell, so I didn't interrupt his thoughts. Afraid that he was relieving what I had said to him last night, I kissed his neck, telling him without words that I cared deeply about him.

"I think we deserve something special for breakfast," he said in a groggy voice. "There's a new bagel's place a few blocks away. What do you say if I got get them?"

My heart leaped at his suggestion. I smiled from ear to ear, looping my arms around his neck. This was his way of making sure everything was okay between us, I was sure.

"It's a lovely idea Chris," I said. "Although I could make bagels myself if you want."

He kissed my forehead before getting out of bed. "You're not doing anything today sweetheart. However, I will be expecting you to be ready when I come back to finish what we started yesterday."

My cheeks turned bright red. I sat up on the bed, crawling to Chris' side as he opened the drawers and got dressed.

"Finish what exactly?" I teased.

He turned around to face me as he put a crewneck over his head. He placed his hand on my waist, squeezed it tightly and kissed my neck. "The trivia game."

He winked, turned to the closet and put on some pants. I just stood there watching him, thinking of how I would surprise him when he returned.

I got out of bed when he was ready to leave. I accompanied him to the door and told him to be back soon. He told me he'd take no more than twenty minutes since he'd be walking. He kissed my cheek and put on his coat, closing the door behind him.

Now alone in his apartment, I decided to get dressed. The prospect of sex was great, but in the morning I'd much rather do something fun outside the house. For that reason, I changed into normal clothes, throwing on a pair of jeans and a blouse. Besides, it'd be hilarious to see Chris complain about me wearing pants again.

As I walked down the corridor to the living room, I noticed Chris had left his keys on the kitchen island. I picked them up, inspecting the different labels. Some were for Evergreen like cabinets and locked drawers, classrooms and master keys, while others were for storage units and even a bicycle chain.

There was something odd about one of the keys. It was simply labelled "the room" in Chris' handwriting. What room? Did he mean his bedroom? Out of curiosity I checked it, but the key didn't fit quite right in the keyhole. I shrugged my shoulders, giving up on the silly idea.

I sat down on the couch, contemplating the trees outside. It was sunny, and the weather was finally getting warmer. As I watched the treetops sway in the wind, I couldn't get my mind off that strange key. Come to think of it, I didn't find any key that read "home office", so maybe that was what the key opened?

My curious mind didn't allow me to stay put any longer. I got up and picked up the keys again. I went up the spiral staircase as I singled out that mysterious key from the bunch of keys.

As soon as I put the key in, I knew I got the right one. It slid in smoothly, offering no resistance. Before unlocking the door, I pondered if I should open it. Chris had told me to never go to his office because he had important documents up there I couldn't have access to as an Evergreen student, but it wasn't as if I was going to rummage through his things. I just wanted to see what it looked like. I wouldn't even walk inside, I would just take a peek. He wouldn't even know I went up there.