Just One Orgasm!

Six days later:

By the sixth day, Emilia had perfected the art of pretending she wasn’t looking for him. She told herself it was curiosity, and nothing more.

She simply wanted to know how one man could walk into a lecture hall after sharing a bed with someone and behave as though absolutely nothing had happened.

That was all.

At least, that was what she told herself every morning.

Unfortunately, her stomach seemed to have developed a mind of its own.

The moment she stepped onto Blackwood’s campus that Monday, it tightened with nervous anticipation.

Would she see him today? Would he look at her? Would he acknowledge her? Or would he continue pretending she was simply another student?

She hated that she cared. She hated it even more because she couldn’t seem to stop.

"You’ve sighed four times."

Emilia blinked.

Lucy looked at her over the rim of her coffee cup. "You absolutely sigh too much."

Emilia rolled her eyes as they crossed the courtyard together. "I have morning classes."

"So do I." Lucy blinked at her.

"You complain less."

Emilia opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Lucy wasn’t entirely wrong.

Over the past week, Lucy had somehow attached herself to Emilia with the confidence of someone who had decided they were friends without asking permission.

She talked enough for both of them. She complained about professors. She complained about assignments.

She complained about rich students who somehow managed to look flawless at eight in the morning.

"I saw someone wearing heels yesterday."

"So?"

"We walk three kilometres a day."

Emilia laughed.

Lucy pointed dramatically. "See? Normal people wear trainers."

By the time they got to lecture Hall A, it buzzed with conversation long before class began.

Emilia slipped into her usual seat.

Lucy immediately dropped into the chair beside her.

The chair on Emilia’s other side scraped backwards. She didn’t need to look to know who it was.

Noah smiled. "You didn’t even say good morning."

She closed her notebook. "I’m moving." She told Lucy calmly.

"No, you’re not."

Lucy looked between them. "Do you two do this every day?" She sounded genuinely curious and caring.

"Unfortunately," Emilia answered.

"Fortunately," Noah corrected.

Lucy frowned. "I liked this seat."

"You can still sit there," Noah said, rolling his eyes at her. He did not like the idea of her. Especially when he wasn’t done dealing with Kylie.

She looked at him. "I wasn’t talking to you."

Emilia bit the inside of her cheek.

Lucy really had no fear.

Noah ignored the comment.

Instead, he looked at Emilia.

"I brought you coffee."

"I don’t want it."

"You haven’t even looked."

"I don’t need to."

"I remembered how you took it." His voice softened. "One sugar."

Emilia stared at the cup.

Months ago, that gesture would’ve melted her heart. Now, it only exhausted her.

"I don’t want it." She pushed it back across the desk.

Noah’s jaw tightened.

Lucy quietly leaned closer. Her bright brown eyes shimmered brightly. "Can I have it?"

Emilia looked at her.

Lucy shrugged. "Free coffee is free coffee."

For the first time that morning, Emilia smiled. "Take it."

Lucy happily accepted it. "Thanks." She looked at Noah. "You’ve got excellent taste in coffee."

However, he looked less pleased.

The room gradually settled as students hurried into empty seats.

Someone at the front whispered loudly,

"He’s coming."

Another girl immediately fixed her hair.

Lucy noticed. "Is there a celebrity teaching us?" She asked, her brows raised with disinterest.

The girl turned around. "You seriously don’t know?"

"No?" she shook her head.

"Professor Ashford."

Three girls sighed almost simultaneously.

Lucy’s eyebrows climbed.

The girl laughed. She leaned dramatically across the aisle. "He’s thirty-two."

Another girl joined the conversation. "He used to be the CEO of Ashford Capital." Her smile widened. "My cousin interned there."

"I heard he sold the company."

"He didn’t sell it," another corrected. "He stepped down."

"My brother said universities literally fought over him."

Lucy blinked. "Why would someone leave being a CEO to teach students?"

Someone behind them added, "He guest lectured here for two years."

Another voice added. "They finally convinced him to stay."

"I heard he’s impossible to impress."

"My roommate said he failed half her cousin’s class."

"He doesn’t care who your parents are."

"He made a billionaire’s son redo an entire presentation."

The girls collectively groaned.

Lucy slowly turned toward Emilia. "Our professor sounds terrifying."

Emilia swallowed. Terrifying wasn’t exactly the word she’d have chosen.

Someone sighed dreamily. "He’s gorgeous."

Another nodded. "I wouldn’t mind failing."

"I would." Lucy scoffed.

"But imagine office hours..."

A chorus of giggles erupted.

Emilia wished the floor would open beneath her chair. She quietly opened her notebook.

Lucy leaned over. "Why do you suddenly look like you’re about to faint?" She was concerned.

"I’m fine."

"You don’t look fine."

"I’m just tired."

Lucy studied her face. "You’ve gone red."

"I’m warm."

Lucy blinked. "That makes absolutely no sense."

Before Emilia could answer, the lecture hall fell silent, and Professor Adrian Ashford walked in.

The conversations died instantly.

He wore another perfectly tailored charcoal suit.

His sleeves disappeared beneath a dark wool coat dampened by the rain. He set his briefcase onto the lectern.

He removed his coat, and placed it neatly over the chair. Every movement was unhurried, controlled, and professional.

He looked up. "Good morning."

The class answered together.

His gaze swept across the room.

When it reached Emilia, there was nothing. Not even the brief flicker she’d noticed during the first lecture.

His eyes continued moving. Exactly the same as everyone else’s. She felt strangely disappointed.

Then immediately annoyed with herself for feeling disappointed.

"Today," Adrian began, "we’ll discuss competitive advantage."

He picked up a marker.

Within minutes, the room was completely absorbed.

He didn’t read from slides, and he barely looked at his notes.

For the first time, Emilia stopped thinking about the hotel.

She found herself listening.

Really listening.

He was good. Far better than good. She understood why Blackwood wanted him. Even Lucy had stopped making jokes.

Halfway through the lecture, Adrian walked slowly between the rows of seats as students worked through a case study.

He stopped beside different groups, asking questions.

He reached Emilia’s row.

Her pulse immediately accelerated. He stopped beside Lucy first.

"What conclusion did your group reach?"

Lucy answered confidently, and he listened. Then he asked another question.

He looked at Emilia. "Miss Hayes." He called her.

Hearing him say it sent a strange warmth through her chest.

"Do you agree?"

For one horrifying second, her mind went completely blank. She knew the answer. She’d been paying attention.

She simply couldn’t remember how words worked.

"Yes."

He waited.

She wanted to disappear.

"Because?" He finally asked again.

Lucy subtly nudged her foot beneath the desk.

Emilia inhaled, then answered. She began slowly at first, then with growing confidence. When she finished, Adrian nodded once.

"Not bad." Then he moved on.

Lucy leaned over immediately. "You looked terrified."

"I was."

"Why?"

Emilia watched Adrian continue helping another group. "No reason."

She wasn’t sure whether that made things easier, or infinitely worse.

The library became Emilia’s refuge by instinct rather than intention.

After enduring an entire day of whispered conversations about Professor Adrian Ashford, after dodging Noah in two different lecture halls, and after listening to Lucy rank the attractiveness of half the faculty for nearly twenty minutes, silence felt like medicine.

The moment she stepped through the towering oak doors of Blackwood Library, the noise of campus disappeared.

Warm light spilled across endless shelves, and the scent of old paper wrapped around her immediately.

Students sat scattered between long wooden tables, some typing furiously, and others asleep behind towering piles of textbooks.

Emilia breathed out slowly.

She wandered deeper into the building until she found the economics section.

Running her fingers across the spines of thick textbooks, she pulled one free and hugged it against her chest.

Maybe reading would stop her brain from replaying that hotel room every five minutes.

It didn’t because every time she closed her eyes, she remembered his voice, and his hands.

She squeezed the book tighter.

"Stop thinking about him," she whispered under her breath.

The library, unfortunately, refused to cooperate.

She turned another corner, and froze.

Beyond a floor-to-ceiling glass partition was one of the faculty meeting rooms.

There were three professors inside.

One of them stood with his back partly toward the glass. He wore charcoal trousers, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms.

Adrian.

Emilia’s heartbeat stumbled.

He was speaking with an older professor while another faculty member flipped through several documents.

She couldn’t hear a single word through the thick glass. She could only see them.

The older man laughed.

Adrian smiled politely. There was something intimidating about him here.

He stood perfectly straight with one hand resting inside his pocket while the other gestured calmly toward the papers spread across the table.

He looked untouchable. Like the man from that rainy night had never existed.

Emilia remained rooted to the spot. She didn’t even realize she’d stopped breathing until her lungs began to ache.

The older professor handed Adrian a file.

Adrian accepted it with a small nod.

Then, his head lifted. His eyes travelled casually across the room beyond the glass, and landed on her.

Everything inside Emilia stopped.

Their eyes met. His expression never changed. Then his gaze moved away as naturally as if she’d been another bookshelf.

He continued speaking.

Emilia blinked.

Surely he had seen her. She was standing directly in front of the glass. He couldn’t have missed her.

Could he?

Her feet refused to move.

Inside the room, another professor said something that made the others smile.

Adrian nodded once.

He looked completely composed, and completely unaffected. As though sharing a bed with one of his students had never happened.

Emilia looked down at herself, then back at him. Adrian gathered his files. The meeting appeared to be ending.

Panic jolted through her.

What was she doing?

Standing here like some lovesick teenager?

She immediately turned around. The economics textbook nearly slipped from her arms.

She caught it against her chest before anyone noticed. Without looking back again, Emilia hurried toward the staircase.

Her footsteps echoed softly across the polished wooden floor.

She reached the ground floor before finally slowing. Her pulse still hadn’t settled.

She took in a deep breath. "Perhaps, he’s protecting himself."

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