Page 57 of The KING Review

Me:

I pay attention

I hope you were kind to yourself

Professor Daddy:

Yes. I went to Fia and Cade’s. We had drinks.

I promise I’m taking my prescription, Doctor.

Jesus. I should not find it so hot, him calling me ‘doctor.’

Me:

okay, so tell me what the best part of today was specifically

just Sera is vague

give me more

Professor Daddy:

She made me a little bracelet before she went back to Marie.

Me:

I hope you wore it

Professor Daddy:

Of course, I did. I put it straight on.

My heart explodes. Of course, he did. That’s who he is.

My eyelids begin to flutter, but I try to keep them open.

Professor Daddy:

It was an… interesting look, with my dress shirt and blazer when I was teaching my Intro to Readable Body Language class.

That’s the last message I see—laughing to myself about how Grant doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to send multiple texts in a row without response—before I fall asleep.

When I wake up, with the side of my face mashed to my phone, there are two messages from Grant. My heart gives a brutally heavy thud as I read them.

Professor Daddy:

I guess you fell asleep. I hope you sleep well.

I hope you slept well, angel. Good morning.

Chapter Seventeen

Pretty Good Service

Grant

The next time Neve steps into Lab C for a simulated therapy session, the air around both of us feels altered. I suppose it’s no wonder, considering the last time we spoke, I sent her a dick pic, then came all over myself on live video for her.