Page 8 of My Downfall

Grayson: Then I suggest you find out

Mia

“There’s space here,” Madeline shouts over the top of my head. I don’t have to turn around to know exactly who she’s talking to. I can feel him. Sense him. It’s been the same all week, I know he’s going to be there before I even turn the corridor. For someone I’ve managed to go months without bumping into, he’s now popping up like a damn weed. A beautiful one.

“Miss Edwards.” His voice is a deep rumble just behind me. “I don’t think having lunch with students is appropriate. The staff room is just fine.”

“Why? It’s a beautiful day and there’s plenty of staff eating with students. Take a look around.”

There’s a moment’s silence as, I’m sure, he glances to see for himself that several professors are indeed sitting with students. I’m praying he still thinks the staff room is the best idea because the only free spot at this table is right beside me.

“Very well.” He slides in next to me and I’m instantly enveloped with his scent. It’s woody, masculine, rich, and sophisticated. It’s a smell that I’m coming to crave, that I only need one whiff of and my panties become damp.

The side of his body presses against mine from shoulder to knee, and I heat at the contact, my clit pulsing with need. I think he’s going to pull away, to put a little more space between us, but he doesn’t, if anything, his leg presses even more firmly against mine.

Christ, I need to get my head checked if just touching this man through clothing is doing it for me.

I wrap up the remains of my sandwich and pull my fruit toward me. I need something a little sweeter, something to try and hit that craving I seem to always have around him. He glances at the cherries I pull from my lunch bag, his hand pausing midway to his mouth with his own food.

“Cherries?”

“I love cherries, love the way their sweetness floods my taste buds.” His leg twitches next to mine.

“Oh, do that thing with your tongue!” Madeline laughs across from me. “I still can’t work out how you do it.”

I smirk at the fact she’s just handed me the perfect opportunity to get under Hudson’s skin. I don’t know if she realizes how sexual what I’m about to do is, but I’m positive Hudson is going to have a reaction. The other guys we’re sitting with are all focused on me, knowing exactly what’s coming.

I pop the cherry, stalk and all, into my mouth and chew, a sensual groan leaving me at the taste which earns me another twitch from the man beside me. Less than a minute later I pull the pip and stalk from my mouth, the latter of which is tied in a perfect knot.

Hudson’s eyes are glued to the stalk still dangling from my fingers, his throat bobbing as he audibly swallows.

“How do you do that?” Madeline giggles.

“What can I say?” I shrug. “I have a very skilled tongue.” His eyes flit to my own, the blue of his irises practically drowned out by black.

Yep, that definitely got to him. I’ll be adding cherries to my daily diet from here on out.

Chapter Six

Hudson

“Miss Whitlock, a word after class, please.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Twenty minutes later, the last student exits the room, leaving me alone with the very definition of trouble. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Her hips sway as she saunters toward the desk I’m still sitting behind.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.From her crystal blue eyes to her delicately painted toes, there’s not a single part of her I don’t find sinfully attractive.

“What can I do for you, Sir?”

There’s so much I want you to do forme, baby girl.

Ignoring the urge to spread her across my desk and have her for lunch, I tap the paper next to my laptop. “This paper you submitted.”

She cocks her head at me. “What about it?”