Chapter Three
Jeannie
I pulled my attention back to the essays for the billionth time. If it wasn’t one of the Mercer twins trying to make eye contact with me, then it was the smutty pages of my latest read calling me back. I liked my work as a grad student, I really did. I liked helping other students with a subject I knew inside out. I liked my doctoral adviser, Professor Webb, who wasn’t just brilliant but a good guy and also pretty easy on the eyes. I even liked the long hours and the research I was prepping for my thesis. I liked all of it. But that didn’t keep me from getting distracted or from having an occasional A.D.D. day.
Instead of fighting it, I gave in. The essays could wait until I had more attention span to give them. I pulled my e-reader out of my bag, situated it between the papers once again and picked up where I left off... the first kiss between the hero and heroine.
Uh, scratch that. This book moved fast. They were already naked, ooooh and they really like each other, that always makes it hotter. I crossed my legs, a futile attempt at quenching the hot flames building between my thighs. Jesus, these books should come with a “don’t read in public” warning. I licked my lips and read on, imagining myself as the heroine being taken by the insanely hot but maybe not-so-bright guy. I bit my lip as the descriptions got more and more explicit and slowly I went from reading a book to being in it with the Mercer twins.
One kissing me while the other holds me from behind, teasing and petting me over my clothes. Both worshiping me and completely content to please me in any way I desire. Then, suddenly they get a little rough. One pushes me against a wall and holds me there while there other tears off my clothes.
I love it.
One of them gets on his knees and props my leg over his shoulder. He’s just about to go down on me as the other twin sucks on my neck and pulls his cock from his his pants.
“Jeannie? Ahem, earth to Ms. Kingston.”
The sound of Webb’s amused voice brought me crashing into reality. “Sorry Professor, lost in the brilliant essays. What were you saying?”
Webb cocked an eyebrow at me. He knew damn well the essays in my enormous pile weren’t brilliant. Most weren’t even cogent. “Yes, and when do you think you’ll have them back to the class?”
“Oh, um, next week,” I said and looked back down at the stack of papers to hide my guilty expression.
“Ms. Kingston will have them back in plenty of time for you to use it as a study guide,” he said to one of the few students who actually had an aptitude for economics. “Remember, I’m not grading on a curve anymore. It’s November and you’ve had plenty of time to get your bearings around what I expect and the way I grade. The exam before Thanksgiving break will be a 4.5 on the Webb scale. Impossible if you haven’t studied, hard if you have. If you have questions or need a study session, please see Jeannie, clear?”
The class nodded in his direction. “Good, now get out of here, I’ve got a lot of other students whose day needs ruining,” Webb smiled at the class as they laughed at his self-deprecating joke and packed up to leave.
Webb always made me smile. He was the best econ professor I’d ever had. It’s why I picked him as my adviser. The eight a.m. Principles of Economics class was a weed-out class—a sort of gated entry into the Econ program. It was supposed to be hard, really hard so that anyone who wasn’t serious would drop it and find something better suited. Webb kept the course work brutal but he never made anyone feel like they didn’t belong or that they weren’t good enough to be in the program, unlike a lot of other professors.
As the class filed out of the lecture hall I graded papers in earnest. I had to if I was going to get them done by Monday. Grading was easy—reference the rubric and take points off for any requirement not met—but wading through the sludge that peopled handed in wasn’t so easy. I was pleasantly surprised when the first essay I read didn’t just meet all the requirements but was well written, too. I glanced at the name...
Nick Mercer.
That little cheat! No way did he write this.
Of course, I couldn’t prove it. But it was leaps and bounds better than the garbage he’d been turning in, so what was I supposed to think?
I slapped an A on the paper, went on to the next and tried to shove both Mercer brothers out of my head.