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I eyed the clock carefully, wishing the remaining 20 minutes would hurry.

Instead of talking to my professor before class, I decided to wait until after, so if his response pissed me off I wouldn't have to see him again today.

"Poetry Essay," He spoke in his commanding tone, "750 words, choose between the poems that can be found in the instructions folder on Blackboard."

I really wasn't paying him any attention since I had already read the syllabus, making this lecture pointless.

My phone vibrated with a message from Ava, who asked me to call her as soon as I could insisting it was urgent.

Her idea of urgent was different than mine so I didn't feel the need to leave class to call her.

Professor Carter looked at the time, "That's all for today so you all can go ahead and leave. I'll still be behind if anyone needs to speak about anything."

Now's the time.

I stayed in my seat as everyone else wasted no time in shoving laptops in bags and walking out.

Another student stayed behind, asking if they could choose a poem for the essay that wasn't on the list.

"No." He replied as he sat at his desk, doing something on his laptop.

I was taking deep breaths, preparing to talk when it was my turn.

My focus on that was so strong that I didn't realize that the other student had left.

"Are you going to speak?" He asked, "Or are you going to continue to sit there and breathe as loudly as you possibly can?"

How rude is that?

Pushing down my embarrassment, I stood up and walked over to stand in front of his desk, "Hi Professor Carter I-"

"Mr." He cut me off.

I looked at him in confusion, "I'm sorry?"

"You called me Professor." He stated as he looked up from his laptop, "That's not how I want to be addressed."

I don't remember asking you that but okay.

"Okay Mr. Carter. I want to talk to you about my grade on the assignment."

"Did we not already talk about it?"

I nodded, "But I wasn't happy with the outcome of that conversation."

His hands never stopped flying across the keyboard as he rudely continued to type while I was talking to him.

"Your happiness isn't my concern. We've spoken about the grade, I've made up my mind, that's all."

As I stared at him in anger, I took note of his features.

He wasn't unattractive at all, a tall man with broad shoulders and pearly white teeth that contrasted beautifully with his dark skin.

If he wasn't such an ass, I might've been drawn to him.

"I just don't think that's what I deserve." I tried to reason, "I'm willing to resubmit the-"

"I'm unwilling to finish this conversation. As I said in the email, I encourage you to read the instructions closely next time." He replied, finally looking up at me.

He held my gaze, staring at me intently until I broke it by turning away.

Thank God I only have a few weeks left in here.

• • •

Since that was my last class for today, I went home and rested a bit before changing clothes and going to the gym.

It was there that Ava called me again. I'd forgotten that I was supposed to call her, too busy fantasizing about my teacher getting hit by a bus.

"I forgot." I answered instead of saying hello, "What's up?"

"I need a huge favor." She replied, sounding like she was doing something.

Ava's favors were always huge. She never wanted simple shit like going to let her dog out because she forgot.

They were more of a "If my boyfriend asks, can you tell him I was with you?" type of favors.

I'm not sure why Ava continued to be an escort when the man she was with was willing to take care of her, but I guess she enjoyed the lifestyle.

To each its own.

"What do you need?"

"I have a client tonight but I can't make it because Matt wants to go to some stupid ass play like we're fucking 60." She explained.

I was waiting on her to finish telling me what she needed as I lifted the plates onto the squat rack.

"Can you go for me please?"

The weight almost fell on my foot as I dropped it in surprise, "Hell no. I don't work on Thursdays."

I only saw clients 3 days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, which left my weekend open to relax and catch up on any school work I had.

"C'mon Ky." She whined, "I'd do it for you."

"But the difference is that you enjoy this shit. I don't."

Ava sighed, "He's a great client and I don't wanna lose him because my boyfriend's needy as fuck."

I might've been inclined to do it if I needed the money, but I didn't.

"He tips really well." She continued, "Is nice, makes sure you cum too, is usually done within an hour or an hour and a ha-"

"My minimum is two hours."

"If you let me finish, I was going to say but he pays for 2 hours and on top of that, he tips."

"Sounds like a dream." I replied, "What's wrong with him?"

It's rare that you run across genuinely nice men in this industry. Most are rude because they can be, and the ones who aren't, usually have some type of weird fetish.

She laughed, "Literally nothing. He's into bondage and some more shit but I told him you weren't. When I showed him your picture, he agreed to that boring ass sex you like."

"Why would you show him my picture if I hadn't agreed yet?" I asked with agitation lacing my tone.

"To make sure he'd want you."

Like I'm a dog or something.

I stopped to think about her proposition. If I did go today, that's extra money I can put towards things around the house.

"I guess. What time?"

"He's already on the way to the hotel. I told him you'd be late."

Sighing, I hung up in her face and re-racked the plates.

I hated how certain she was that I'd agree to take her client.

Shaking that thought off, I rushed to get home so I could shower and make it there as quickly as I could.

Jr was sitting in the living room watching t.v when I entered so I bent to give him a kiss on the cheek before continuing to the back.

The shower was supposed to be quick but I got caught up in the feeling of the warm water relieving the tension in my muscles from my brief workout.

When I finally got out, it'd been 20 minutes.

Oh well, I thought while applying lotion.

Wrapping a towel around me, I went in my room trying to decide which lingerie set I'd be wearing.

I know what my regulars prefer but I knew nothing about this man so I'd just have to pick something and hope for the best.

I decided on a red lace bra and thong, nothing too flashy, but still a step up from simple.

Even if he didn't like it, he never had to see me again after today.

The text Ava sent said he had a hotel at the Four Seasons, which was insane to me that he'd spend that kind of money for a couple of hours.

But it's his, not mine.

With that in mind, I picked a black dress, pairing it with a trench coat since it was cold out, and black heels.

"Okay." I said to myself as I turned in the mirror, "Giving top notch pussy vibes."

Laughing under my breath, I grabbed my purse and poked my head out, hoping to make it past my grandma without her asking where I was going.

Luck was not on my side though, as I made it to the front and she came out of the kitchen, "Where ya' going Ky?"

Cursing mentally, I turned and faked a smile, "I'm going out with Ava. I'll be back soon."

She nodded and observed my clothes, "You don't wanna wear something... warmer?"

"Nope. We'll be in a building so I'll be fine."

"Okay. Love you."

"I love you too." I replied walking out and pulling the door behind me.

I always drove when I went to meet clients, preferring not to have to wait on a car if things went wrong.

The drive went by fast and before I knew it, I was pulling into the hotel parking lot, allowing the valet to park my car.

Keeping my head down, I quickly walked through the lobby and towards the elevator. I sent Ava a text on the way up, telling her I was here and that she owed me for this shit.

I mentally prepared myself to switch roles, into Desire, a nickname that Ava and I came up with as a joke that just stuck.

It was a play on words since my last name was Moore. It was supposed to be that I would make you "Desire More".

Very corny, very childish, yet I found it funny.

When the elevator doors open, I exited, smiling at the couple who stepped on after me, before going to the door number that was in the text.

I knocked and stepped back, plastering a smile on my face.

That smile dropped when Professor Carter opened the door.

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