Ever since classes have started at Dalia's college, at a university in D.C., she's had a crush in her Criminal Justice professor, Emily Prentiss. Find out what happens when Dalia is asked to stay after class when she's caught sleeping in Emily's cla...
*warning: there's gonna be a lil fluff/smut in this chapter*
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
My last class could not have ended fast enough. It is now 3:23, and I want to change into something a little nicer, before I meet up with Emily. Rushing into my room, I swing my closest door open and quickly scan over my clothes. I settle on a dark red pleated skirt that stops mid thigh with a black v-neck crop top. Under my clothes, I have on a black seamless thong and have decided to go without a bra. I walk across my room to my desk to pick out a gold chain with a small butterfly pendant and a pair of gold baby hoops. Taking a step back, I look at myself in the mirror hanging above my desk. Wow, I look really fucking hot.
Going back to my closet, I pull out my brand new white converse. After tying my shoes, I pick up my phone to check the time one last time for heading out. 3:47.
Once I arrive on campus I park my car and get out. I begin to walk towards the large brick building, hoping that I don't have to walk far. I pull open the door at the front of the building and take a fews to the directory.
My phone dings and I see a text from Penelope in our group chat with JJ. 'We're going out tonight ladies. I already talked the boys into going, and I want to 'driinnkkkk.'
I text back, "heard that, i'm definitely in.'
JJ texts back a few seconds later, 'I'm in. Let's meet at our place around 6.'
Scanning my eyes over names, until stopping at the name, Emily Prentiss. My heart flutters seeing her name, and a heat rises through my body. I take the stairs up to the second floor. I stroll down the hallway, looking back and forth until I find the name plate with her name. And just like she said, she left her door open ajar.
I steadily push the door open to reveal Emily back lit by a window, her back turns toward you with a cigarette between her fingers. I stare at her as she takes another hit. Not hearing the door open, she turns and jumps, letting the smoke out of her lungs and smiles. If looks could kill, holy god.
I close the door behind me and smile, " Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I didn't know you smoked." I look around her office and notice pieces of art and different picture frames hanging on the walls. On a table next to the door, sits a small red coffee maker. There's a dark colored bookshelf to my left, filled with thick books, more picture frames, and some little knick knacks.
"Yeah, it's a nasty habit I can't seem to quit," she half smiles, while tapping out the cigarette on the window sill. "Do you smoke?"
I step behind one of the brown leather chairs and place my hands on the back. "Do you want the truth?"
Her eyes dart up to mine, and she raises an eyebrow, "Yes... always."
"I do, an occasional cigarette here and there, but I smoke mostly weed," I answer. I walk around the chair and take a seat, crossing my legs. My skirt rises up my legs showing a little leg than I would like to.
