Sleeping With the Professor

9

Drake's POV

Per my request we were seated at the back of the restaurant where nobody else really was to avoid suspicion. Before Lillian could pull out her chair I made sure to grab it and pull it out for her. She gave me a weird look and muttered a thank you as I walked over to my own seat.

Sitting down, I made sure to straighten my collar. My eyes were locked on her. I couldn't help myself. Her dress hugged her body in ways I wish I could. I'd shamefully began to admit that I wasn't as strong willed as I used to be. I guess that's coming of age. The waitress approached us and we both ordered waters, are gazes rarely breaking from one another.

"Why did you really invite me here?" I watched her lips form each syllable. Fuck.

"We'll talk about that after dinner, just look at the menu." I sighed. I really didn't know why I invited her here. My behavior recently was unprecedented for me and I didn't know what was happening to me. All I did know was that I wanted her close.

"I don't have a lot of money," she admitted, glancing down at the expensive menu.

"Good thing I'm paying then," I smile. It was my intention to pay the whole time. But I had a feeling she was about to unleash a fiery wave
of stubbornness on me.

"No," I was right. "I won't let you do that."

I let out a chuckle. "You're not letting
me do anything." The waitress comes back with our waters at this time. "I'm handling the bill."

Lillian looks at me, her face tinged with anger. "You jerk."

"Are you two ready to order?" The waitress smiles off Lillian's comment.

We both tell her our order and she rushes away to put it in. "You really don't have to do that." Lillian's baby blue eyes got soft and her shoulders relaxed for the first time all night.

"It's my treat," I flash her a wide smile and I watch as her face noticeably changes. I do have an effect on her.

"Now will you talk to me about the elephant in the room?" The corner of her mouth turned upwards and I shook my head, chuckling.

"You're truly relentless."

Her smile turned into a smirk, "Oh, I know."

"Well," I sighed, the gears in my head turning at full speed. I needed to word everything I said carefully, and quietly. "I was out of line this morning."

"You can say that again," Lillian rolled her eyes at me as she brought the glass of water to her lips.

"Lillian," I extend my hand across the table and take her small one in a firm grasp. "I'm sorry. I need you to know that. I wasn't raised to speak to women that way and I won't tolerate myself doing so." I loosen the hold on her hand, ready to pull it back, but she stops me.

Grabbing my hand with both of hers, she replies. "Thank you," a small lipped smile dances on her lips before quickly turning into a frown. "But, why did you lash out at me so easily?"

"Y-you have this effect on me." I honestly say. "I would have bent you over that desk in a heartbeat if I could have. But I wouldn't. I respect you and I respect that you're my student."

She lightly let's go of my hand, letting it fall against the table. I withdraw it into my lap and watch her intently. "What if I don't want that?" Lillian's eyes dart between mine nervously.

"What do you mean?" I take a sip of my water to combat the dryness of my mouth.

"What if I don't want a regular student, professor relationship with you?" Her blue eyes turn a deeper shade. "I can't forget our first night together, it's imprinted on my fucking forehead." She giggles, after whispering that last part.