My dick rouses at the thought of what we had back then. The way he slipped and called me “sir” in my office today. The look of surprise and embarrassment on his face when the memory crossed his mind. Fuck, his neck heated up a brilliant shade of pink that spilled over his cheeks.

Ignoring my now fully erect cock, I roll to my side, forcing myself to go to sleep. I refuse to jack off to the thought of him again.

This is so bad.

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Cash DeMarco

“Okay, so spill! How’s the new job?”

I just got home from work, and the minute I entered my house, Kylie FaceTimed me. We haven’t been able to talk for more than a few texts here and there since I got here two weeks ago. I just finished my second week at Texas Tech. This was my first full week with students. I’m a real fucking professor, and I can’t believe it.

I wince at the question. “So, you’re going to kick my ass for not telling you this immediately, but I’ve been so fucking busy…”

“Alright, ominous. What is it?”

“The dean… he’s Stone.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen her eyes go as wide as they are right now. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up!”

“I’m serious.”

“Cash fucking Charles!”

“I know, I know. It’s fucking insane, right?”

“Wait—” Her brows furrow as she picks up the phone from where it was propped on her kitchen counter. “Did you know this beforehand?”

“Fuck no! You think I would’ve come here if I had?”

“Well…”

“Well, what, Kylie?”

“Cash, don’t act like you ever actually got over that man.”

Narrowing my eyes at her, I spit out, “Yes, I fucking did!”

“Cash…”

“Kylie…” I toss back.

She is looking at me like she can see right through me, which she probably can. Aside from Weston, she’s the only person who knows about Stone. Xander knew I went through something when we became roommates, but he didn’t know what it was. Regardless of how Stone hurt me and left me like I meant nothing, he was still my professor, and that could get him into a lot of trouble.

“Whatever,” she finally resigns. “What are you going to do about it?”

I heat up the pasta sauce I’m having for dinner tonight, hoping to look more nonchalant than I feel. “Nothing. There’s nothing I can do. I need this job. How often will I realistically have to deal with the dean anyway? His office is on the opposite side of campus.”

“Whatever, Cash. I want all the deets.”

“There will be no deets. Enough about me. How’s California?”

“It’s okay. There’s one other new professor, but she’s not very friendly. Our lecture rooms are next to one another, and she’s always scowling at me.”