Crazy in Love - Lane Hart Page 0,16

hot he is?”

“Sheesh. I think you may be right,” she replies before she starts laughing. “Hey, Lawson. Remember the professor I told you Reagan almost killed? Now she’s gotta try to fuck him within a week!”

“That’s helpful,” I grumble as I try to figure out what to say to Bailey. The more I think about it, the more I’m certain that the man I’m supposed to be with tonight is Professor Daughton. Gage. Hell, even his name is so sexy it makes me nearly come via spontaneous orgasm. At least it’s dark in my little corner so no one can see my nipples that have put on the high beams since I’m not wearing a bra. I hate those bastards and refuse to smoosh my girls into such a painful contraption.

“Okay, well, I guess I have my answer, so let me go break the news to Bailey.”

“Who’s Bailey?”

“Oh, the buff EMT.”

“Right. So do you need a ride?” she asks.

…

Gage

After I’m finally given the all clear, it’s pitch black outside when I walk out the front entrance. Other than ambulances, there are no other cars or taxis, for that matter. Just a great big parking lot. Wonderful.

I’ve just set up the ride on my Uber app when I hear her voice.

Reagan.

I’ve maybe only heard her say a handful of things before today, but I would recognize her soft-spoken, sweet words anywhere.

“Okay, well, I guess I have my answer, so let me go break the news to Bailey…Oh, the buff EMT.”

What is she still doing here?

I’m powerless to stop my legs from carrying me around the side of the building, closer to her voice. And there she is, standing in the darkness on a cell phone. Hold on, I thought she didn’t have a phone.

“Gotta go, Josie. Yeah, I’ll call you back,” Reagan says into the phone while her eyes stay locked on mine.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” I tell her.

“Oh. Well, I’m not,” she says. “Bailey let me use his phone. He’s waiting for me…”

I don’t know what possesses me to do it. Anger. Jealousy. Desperation. Whatever it is, I close the space between us and jerk the phone from her hand. Hoping I’m right, I scroll quickly through the douche’s camera roll, and yep…there they are. Thank you, asshole!

I turn the screen around and hold it up for Reagan to see. The backlight illuminates the surprise on her face.

“Is that…”

“Dick pics,” I confirm. Looking at the screen, I swipe through several more, showing each unimpressive one to Reagan before going to the next. Oh, and then we get to his titty shot collection, which I also show her. They’re all fake tits that could be my ex-wife’s for all I know, and none of the dozen or so turn me on like the covered ones standing in front of me.

“You deserve better than this, Reagan,” I tell her.

“Is that really what men like?” she asks, holding her hands out in front of her chest to demonstrate the large, fake breasts.

“Not all men,” I reply. “I actually prefer smaller, perkier natural ones that look spectacular after the rain soaks through the fabric covering them.”

I hear Reagan’s gasp of surprise and know she must be thinking of one of the many occasions she’s sat in the courtyard when the sky’s opened up on her.

“Let me give you a ride home,” I offer.

“Okay,” she responds right away with no hesitation. “I’ll, um, be right back,” she says before she brushes her hair behind her right ear, a nervous habit she also does in class whenever I call on her.

While she walks toward the parked cars, I rest my back against the brick wall and ask myself what the hell I’m doing. I mean, I know what I’m doing --- pursuing the woman I’ve fantasized about for nearly a year. It’s certainly not smart, and I have to make sure no one sees us together. But in two weeks, she’ll no longer be my student; and then I’ll be free to indulge. Until then, I’ll just have to keep my hands off of her. How hard can it be?

…

“Do you…I mean…would you like to come up?” Reagan asks me softly when the Uber driver pulls up to her apartment complex, the one right across from the soccer stadium and all the students milling about on campus.

Fuck it all…

“Prof –”

I slap my hand over her mouth when she starts to call me Professor Daughton in front of a strange man who picks up random