Don’t tell Mary,” said Ross.
Charlie was a freak. He never stopped talking about the girls in his classes. As far as Hayden knew, he never acted on his fantasies, so he kept his mouth shut. It still sickened him the way he talked sometimes.
He must have noticed his distraction. “Come on now, Hayden.” Charlie clapped him on the back. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed a hot little thing or two in any of your classes this semester.”
“Charlie. You’re a sick fuck.” Hayden took a drink of his Pepsi.
Apparently he told the best joke ever because Charlie started laughing out loud and slapping the bar counter. After five drafts anything would have sounded funny to him. Hayden didn’t drink. His ex-wife never admitted she had a problem but she always had a glass of wine or spritzer in her hand. It got to the point that he couldn’t stand the sight of alcohol…or her. Cassandra’s alcoholism was the least of their marital problems.
Fifteen years he'd wasted on that woman. All his best years from twenty-five to forty were gone, and he didn’t know how the fuck he was expected to start over. He had a comfortable lifestyle, his condo was paid in full and he could come and go as he pleased. But he craved love and companionship like the next guy his age. Not what he had with Cassandra, a mutual convenience, but what everyone referred to as real love. Did such a thing even exist? The kids at the university all thought they'd found the real thing in each other, but by the next semester they were onto someone new.
Could Kaya be different? She was a woman, not a kid. He couldn’t deny his attraction to her both physically and mentally. Love at first sight? Hah . He didn’t usually buy into any of that bullshit. He was a philosophy professor for God’s sake. Such drivel didn’t exist…but it did, didn’t it? Kaya plagued his waking thoughts and his dreams. He had to think this through, but didn’t want to face the reality of what he planned. If he dated her, it would have to be done in secrecy, and that would get old quickly. Was it worth it? He wasn’t so sure.
His role as lover would be inappropriate with her being the student, but the taboo aspect was also erotic like nothing else. He craved domination over the petite little blonde. He wanted to possess her, make her beg for him to fuck her. His ex-wife was vanilla sex all the way…if he were lucky enough to get any at all. She was a loud, domineering woman and snubbed the thought of any kink in the bedroom. Her logic insisted that since she couldn’t have children, why overindulge in intimacy at all. A total waste of time in her opinion.
Kaya brought his passion back to life in ways he never expected. Deep, dark desires rose to the surface of his mind and he couldn’t push them away. They consumed him.
Hayden watched his two friends in their drunken stupor, leaning over the wooden bar. They wouldn’t feel so hot tomorrow morning in front of their classes. Right now they couldn't have looked happier, and he felt tempted to indulge in mind numbing alcohol himself. What he wanted seemed destined for disaster before he even took a single step forward. Kaya was an oasis continually out of his grasp, like a mirage in the desert to a dying man. Their student-teacher relationship, the age factor, his intimacy and divorce issues, and the fact that he had a dominant streak just waiting to be unleashed in the bedroom—were all factors fighting against a union with the curly-haired angel.
Chapter Seven
Although her roommates AJ and Carrie had gone off to bed before Kaya got home from work, Cynthia had waited up.
“Your supper is in the microwave. Two minutes and it’ll be on the table.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” said Kaya.
“I made supper for everyone tonight. A new recipe I’ve wanted to try for a while. Turned out pretty good if I say so myself.”
“Sorry I missed it.”
Cynthia set a plate and fork on the round
Charlie was a freak. He never stopped talking about the girls in his classes. As far as Hayden knew, he never acted on his fantasies, so he kept his mouth shut. It still sickened him the way he talked sometimes.
He must have noticed his distraction. “Come on now, Hayden.” Charlie clapped him on the back. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed a hot little thing or two in any of your classes this semester.”
“Charlie. You’re a sick fuck.” Hayden took a drink of his Pepsi.
Apparently he told the best joke ever because Charlie started laughing out loud and slapping the bar counter. After five drafts anything would have sounded funny to him. Hayden didn’t drink. His ex-wife never admitted she had a problem but she always had a glass of wine or spritzer in her hand. It got to the point that he couldn’t stand the sight of alcohol…or her. Cassandra’s alcoholism was the least of their marital problems.
Fifteen years he'd wasted on that woman. All his best years from twenty-five to forty were gone, and he didn’t know how the fuck he was expected to start over. He had a comfortable lifestyle, his condo was paid in full and he could come and go as he pleased. But he craved love and companionship like the next guy his age. Not what he had with Cassandra, a mutual convenience, but what everyone referred to as real love. Did such a thing even exist? The kids at the university all thought they'd found the real thing in each other, but by the next semester they were onto someone new.
Could Kaya be different? She was a woman, not a kid. He couldn’t deny his attraction to her both physically and mentally. Love at first sight? Hah . He didn’t usually buy into any of that bullshit. He was a philosophy professor for God’s sake. Such drivel didn’t exist…but it did, didn’t it? Kaya plagued his waking thoughts and his dreams. He had to think this through, but didn’t want to face the reality of what he planned. If he dated her, it would have to be done in secrecy, and that would get old quickly. Was it worth it? He wasn’t so sure.
His role as lover would be inappropriate with her being the student, but the taboo aspect was also erotic like nothing else. He craved domination over the petite little blonde. He wanted to possess her, make her beg for him to fuck her. His ex-wife was vanilla sex all the way…if he were lucky enough to get any at all. She was a loud, domineering woman and snubbed the thought of any kink in the bedroom. Her logic insisted that since she couldn’t have children, why overindulge in intimacy at all. A total waste of time in her opinion.
Kaya brought his passion back to life in ways he never expected. Deep, dark desires rose to the surface of his mind and he couldn’t push them away. They consumed him.
Hayden watched his two friends in their drunken stupor, leaning over the wooden bar. They wouldn’t feel so hot tomorrow morning in front of their classes. Right now they couldn't have looked happier, and he felt tempted to indulge in mind numbing alcohol himself. What he wanted seemed destined for disaster before he even took a single step forward. Kaya was an oasis continually out of his grasp, like a mirage in the desert to a dying man. Their student-teacher relationship, the age factor, his intimacy and divorce issues, and the fact that he had a dominant streak just waiting to be unleashed in the bedroom—were all factors fighting against a union with the curly-haired angel.
Chapter Seven
Although her roommates AJ and Carrie had gone off to bed before Kaya got home from work, Cynthia had waited up.
“Your supper is in the microwave. Two minutes and it’ll be on the table.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” said Kaya.
“I made supper for everyone tonight. A new recipe I’ve wanted to try for a while. Turned out pretty good if I say so myself.”
“Sorry I missed it.”
Cynthia set a plate and fork on the round
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