Project 1940S

Chapter 9

I came to a stop, sitting down on the front porch step in front of my Professor's house, quickly switching out my tennis shoes for my high heels, which I pulled from my bag. I also quickly applied non-aluminum deodorant, placing a very thin sweater over my blouse. 

I had walked to my Professors house, figuring it wasn't a safe idea to take an Uber since I had no means of protection. I checked my watch to see that I was twenty minutes late. 

I quickly knocked on the door and after a few seconds, it was opened. 

"Miss Silvertongue, I was worried." Professor Rogers said as he opened the door up and I quickly stepped inside. 

"I'm sorry Professor, I miscalculated how long it would take for me to get here." I said apologetically. "I'll leave much earlier next week." 

He paused for a moment, giving me a curious look. "How did you get here?" 

I flushed, "I walked, Professor." 

"You walked?" He repeated in surprise. Professor Barnes was just coming down the stairs, clearly only having just woken up, long hair tousled and completely shirtless. 

"Yes sir." I replied a little meeker. 

"Why?" 

"I didn't have protection, sir. So I didn't take an Uber." I explained, feeling very rational. 

"Well, that is completely unacceptable. I'll pick you up from now on so you don't have to walk." Professor Rogers said, turning and walking again. 

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked in shock, hurrying to catch up with him as he was already half-way up the stairs. "Really, Professor, that's completely unnecessary." 

"Miss Silvertongue." Professor Rogers said sternly as we entered his office, turning to me for a second. I stopped so short that my back slammed into the closed door, leaving me effectively caged in between the wood and the man. "I refuse to let you walk, when it would be so much easier to simply pick you up. I expect no refusals, understood?" 

"Yes sir." I murmured. 

"Good girl." He said, turning away so that I didn't have to hide my face as butterflies erupted in my stomach. He moved behind his desk and smiled gently at me, "I've already prepared the binders for you." 

"Of course." I breathed out, hurrying up the stairs, closing the door behind me. I closed my eyes, sliding down against the door, trying to get a breather. "Fuck me." I mumbled, before getting up and moving back to my desk. 

I worked hard, but kept an eye on the clock this time, working only till my allotted time. If Professor Rogers was going to start driving me to and from 'work', then I needed to make sure I was only working from eight to eleven. 

Once the clock hit eleven, I marked where I had left off with a purple binder clip, proud of myself that I had gotten five out of six binders completely finished. 

I headed back down the stairs, finding that Professor Rogers was no longer in his study. Exiting the second floor and heading down the set of stairs to the living room, I could smell something delicious cooking and my stomach growled. 

I followed my nose figuring I'd find Professor Rogers in the kitchen, instead finding both of them lip locked over the stove. My mouth dropped, watching the two men kiss each other slowly, sensually. Professor Barnes' tongue dipping into Professor Rogers. Their hands tight on each others' bodies. Immediately, I felt myself growing aroused and I backed up slowly. 

Once I felt cooler, I approached the kitchen again, making my footsteps louder and paused in the room again. This time, they pulled apart, looking over at me.