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"A proposition?" I asked back, confusion coaxing my tone.

"Yes. A proposition. One that I hope will be to your liking," he answers. I furrow my eyebrows as I look at him with confusion. What in the holy hell type of proposition could he possibly have to offer?

"I'm listening."

He grins. "Atta girl."

"Shut up!"

"One thing you must know before I explain this so called proposition that I have, is that you have the right to refuse. If you're simply not comfortable, or feel no need to act upon it, that's you're decision. Though, I simply hope you don't decline my request." 

Since when did he talk so fucking elegantly? Maybe our surroundings are getting to him? Or this is just how he really is.

"...ok?" I say hesitantly. Now he has me worried.

He straightens up in his seat as if he's preparing for something serious. "From 3:00 in the afternoon to 8:45 in the morning-- so basically not within school hours--you're mine."

My eyes grow wide.

Say what now?

"Um...pardon?" I questionably ask with concern. "I'm...yours?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" his cocky ass fires back. 

I shoot daggers in his direction with my glare. 

"I'm gonna need you to be a little bit more specific than that, asswipe," I scold as I hold my glare. 

He clenches his jaw slightly, most likely at my choice of words. He's so uptight all the time. "Let's say that you and I were to have non-exclusive sex, no strings attached." 

My checks paint on a blush as soon as the words leave his lips. 

He really is fucking crazy!

I can't even form a coherent sentence, my words just come out as useless stutters. "I--uh--um--I--" I quickly grab the white wine that he ordered for me before I start to chug it down. I didn't really like wine, and I know I said I wasn't going to drink--but could tell I needed a little something to get me through this conversation. 

"I thought you were underage," Mr. Williams sarcastically uses my previous words against me once he sees me drinking. 

I sit the glass back down on the table, it's contents almost being completely engulfed. "I changed my mind," I fire back. "And for starters, what makes you think that I wanna be yours in the first place, huh?" 

He smirks. "You didn't seem to be complaining when my fingers were shoved inside of you." 

My faces blushes up even more to the point where I feel as if my entire body is on fire. 

I flench my fist underneath the table as I glare at the stupid pretty boy in front of me. "I wasn't really in any position to resist," I slightly mumble under my breath. 

Touche.

"So what is your decision, Ms. Parks," he asks me with an intense stare that I have to look away from because I was scared that I might actually say yes if I held his gaze any longer. 

"I don't fucking know, how do you expect me to come up with an answer so fast?" I snap back. 

Let's just take a minute to create a pros and cons list over this situation, shall we?

Cons:

- He's my teacher 

- He could get fired because of this if anyone found out and ic Ould be expelled 

- He's my brothers boss

- He's basically a senior citizen compared to me 

- This whole situation just screams WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!

But then...there's the pros list (if you can even call it a list)

Pros:

- Sex!

Fuck...why did I have to be such a slut at times?

"What are you so afraid of, angel," he breaks me away from my train of thought and I finally look back at him.

"Don't call me that, you pig!" I snap. I needed to breathe, I just needed to take a fat deep breath and calm myself down. It's never good when I get on edge like this. 

I jump slightly with a tiny gasp as Mr. Williams bangs his fist down on the table out of annoyance. I'm slowly starting to learn more and more about him with every second that passes--like the fact that he has a small temper and I probably should stop calling him childish names whenever I get frustrated. 

I watch as he clenches his jaw yet again and narrows his eyes at me.

Gulp..

"Watch yourself, Princess. Don't make me--"

"You're main course," the waiter interrupts us yet again, which probably just annoys Mr. William even more because I see him squeeze his fisted hand tighter. 

Saved by the bell--aka the creepy waiter who kind of smells like beets. 

The waiter sets neatly designed dishes in front of either one of us, but neither me or Mr. Williams takes our eyes off of one another to look down at the food before us. 

Mr. Williams slowly looks off to the side and I do the same once we both noticed that the waiter hasn't left yet after a couple of seconds. 

"You can leave now," Mr. Williams dismisses the waiter 

"Right," the waiter says with a creepy smile. "Enjoy your meal." 

I eye the man suspiciously as he walks away before gaining the courage to face Mr. Williams again. 

"You asked what I'm afraid of?" I start the conversation back up after a couple beats of silence. "I think I have many things to be afraid of." 

"Just forget that we're student and teacher for a second," he proposes. "Just think of me as another guy that you want to have sex with...just a casual sex partner."

I scoff. I think the word causal is a little farfetched, don't you think?

"So...teacher with benefits?" I half jokingly say back with a grin. 

"I told you not to think of me as your teacher," he interjects.

This time I let out a small laugh. "You say that as if it's an easy thing." 

 I wish I could find this situation amusing, but unfortunately, I'm way too much of a worrier for that to be the case. I stare down at the plate of food that's in front of me, studying it's contents. I honestly didn't have an appetite right now, but in times like these, I tend to be a stress eater. It's always been a really bad habit of mine. 

"What are your conditions?" I question as I continue to stare down at the food. I can't believe I'm actually asking him like I'm going to agree. 

"Like I said before, we only act on our physical relationship outside of school. But as long as you're in my classroom--our relationship will be strictly professional."

I want to laugh in his face. As if that's ever been the case. 

"Also," he continues. "Our physical relationship will be exclusive. You may not have any other partners besides me."

That grabs my attention, causing for my eyes to finally shoot up and dart to his. 

"But you said earlier that it would be non-exclusive?" I throw his words back in his face. 

He shrugs. "I changed my mind as soon as you called me a pig."  

Good going, bitch!

I let out a sigh before regrading my wine glass to finish it off. Now that he's stated the terms, it just makes me even more confused about my decision. Though, is it really even a decision at all. I shouldn't consider actually agreeing to this prosperous proposition. 

"I'll give you a couple days to think about it--"

"No," interrupt him and he instantly freezes.

"What?"

"I said no-- I decline. No offense or anything, but this is just way too...much." He stares at me for a moment, and I can't quite read the expression on his face. Though, I never really can. I have no idea how my words effect him except for when I piss him off. "You did say that I could decline if I wanted to, so that I am." 

The awkward staring contest and silence last for an uncomfortable amount of time. That is, until Professor Dickhead decides to break it. 

"Where are you going?" I ask him as he abruptly stands up from the booth. He pulls two $100 dollar bills from his pocket and throws them onto the table. 

How much does this place charge?

"We're leaving," is all he says while putting on his oversized coat that would probably swallow me whole if I put it on. I stare at him with confused filled eyes as I start to stand up as well. 

"But...we didn't even get to eat--"

"You can eat at my place," he cuts me off and my eyes grow wide.

"Your place? Why would I go to your place?"

He doesn't answer my question and instead just turns around and continues to head out.

Are you kidding me right now? 

"Fuck me," I quietly say to myself before rolling my eyes. "Alex, wait!" I call out after him before scrambling to catch up. I follow him all the way outside of the restaurant and continuing on down the sidewalk. 

Why is he acting like this? Is he really that butt hurt that I said no? No...that can't be it. Why would he care so much anyways?

"I can't move very fast in these heels you know--"

"Elizabeth, please," he says, but he still doesn't stop walking or even look at me. 

I don't.

"Are you mad at me, or something?" I continue to pester. 

He doesn't respond. 

"Alex, please talk to me--"

In a flash, he turns around and grabs my hips before pushing me up against some random black car parked on the curb. I instinctively grab onto his arms for support. He doesn't say anything for a minute though. He just stares down at me with heavy breaths. 

"Um...are you ok--"

I quickly stop talking once the pad of his thumb softly slides across my bottom lip. My eyes are too afraid to meet his, making it to where I'm staring at his chest. But soon, my eyes slowly scan their way up to his. But he...he's not staring at my eyes...he's staring at my lips that he's currently teasing. 

"You don't understand, Elizabeth," he finally says. His words kind of sound sad. "I--I can't stay away from you." His eyes meet mine. "I won't stay away from you." 

Now my breathing goes heavy as well, the coldness in the air making the breaths escaping my lips visible between the two of us. It was nearing winter after all. 

"I--I--" I wanted to say something to help the situation because the look that he's giving me right now makes me want to melt. "Alex--"

"Give me a chance--one chance to change your mind," he cuts in with hopeful words. He leans in his face so his lips are only centimeters from mine. "Stay with me tonight," he whispers against my lips. My lips fall open, and it takes everything within me not to close the small gap between us. 

I don't think I've ever been this conflicted about something in my life. I know I said no just back in the restaurant--but that was just because I was thinking with my brain and not my body. And trust me, my body and brain are thinking very two different things. But now, I don't really give a tiny rats ass what my brain thinks. 

It's honestly scary how much of an affect this man has on me. 

"I'm hungry," I blab out. "Like really, really hungry. Let's go get something to eat, shall we? I'm pretty sure there's a McDonalds around him somewhere--I could really go for some chicken nugs right now." I grab his arms and move his hands off of my hips so I can escape from between a rock and a hard place. 

I wrap my arms around myself as I start to walk down the sidewalk--having no fucking idea where I was going. I couldn't come up with an answer. I just need time to think. And I can't think well on an empty stomach. I also can't think well when I'm aroused. 

Ugh! Why the fuck did he have to tease me like that?

Damn him! 

"Elizabeth!" he calls my name out and I turn back around in his direction.

"What?" 

 I jump slightly once the car that he previously just had me up against beeps and unlocks. I look over at Alex, seeing that he's holding a set of keys in his hand. 

So that was his car all along? 

He opens up the passenger side door with a small grin. "Hop in."

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Progression, progression progression!!