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“That is brilliant, Im. I bet you got an A?” Scott replied.
“I got a C.” Imogen smiled. She still remembered how proud Grey was of her. That made her feel elated.
“I bet that up-tight bastard didn’t have much to say about that,” Scott grumbled.
“Not at all, he was proud of me,” Imogen replied.
“Well, that is good. I have to go. Well done again on the C.”
“Thanks. Bye.” Imogen ended the call.
****
Dinner that evening was eaten in uncomfortable silence. Grey wanted to try and talk to Imogen, but he got the feeling she did not want to.
Imogen tried to eat, instead, she pushed the contents around her plate. She had the urge to take her dinner upstairs, but she knew Grey would only disapprove. She hated the awkward silence and the tension, but she didn’t want to look Grey in the eyes it hurt too much.
Grey no longer being able to hold his tongue spoke. “I haven’t seen you all day.”
Looking up from her plate, Imogen glared at Grey. “What do you expect?” Imogen said forcefully placing her fork down.
Grey knew his comment was doltish, he just wanted to try and make this as comfortable as possible. “I know. I just want us to still be able to talk.”
“Talk? I hardly talk to you, and when I try you shut me out! Why now do you have the sudden hankering to talk to me!” Imogen said and she wanted to scream at Grey.
“You’re the only person I love talking to you. I want you to feel at ease with me.” Grey admitted.
The declaration would have been beautiful if the situation had been different. “I will be civil with you Grey, but I will never, ever forget how you broke my heart!” Imogen’s voice cracked.
Imogen stood, the quicker she got out of there the better.
“Imogen,” Grey called out.
“No! Go out and fuck some woman like you usually do!” With that, she stormed out of the kitchen.
Grey exhaled deeply. That was the last thing he wanted.
*****
For the next week, Grey heard Imogen cry herself to sleep. He knew he was the cause of her heartache and that tore him. It had been hard; Imogen was civil though she barely spoke to him. He never knew why he cared so much it was unlike him. He never saw Imogen as anything more than his student, that was until recently.
Tossing and turning was doing Grey no good. He sat up in bed; pulled back the covers and stepped out.
A light knock was heard on Imogen’s bedroom door. “Imogen?” Grey spoke tenderly.
Imogen lifted her head from her pillow and rubbed her eyes. “What?”
“Can I come in?” Grey asked.
“If you must,” Imogen answers quietly.
Stepping into the room Grey saw the light was off, but the moonlight peeked through the curtains illuminating Imogen’s face which was blotchy and tears streamed her face.
Imogen laid in her bed, elbow propped up, head on her hand. “What do you want?”
“Are you okay?” Stupid to ask he knew that.
“As right as rain.” Imogen sniffed.
It was a lie and they both knew it. “Do you want me to get you a glass of water?” Grey offered. He had never been in this situation before and had no clue really what to do.
“No!” Imogen replied in a voice, that would suggest she would more than likely throw it in his face.
“Look...” Grey came to sit on the bed. “You will find someone, you’re smart, beautiful and there will be someone out there for you.” His voice was warm and tender.
“Oh, God...” Imogen whimpered. “Don’t please don’t.” Why did he have to spew the bullshit that every guy says? Imogen sank further down into the bed and pulled the covers up to her neck.
“I am sorry that I caused your heartache,” Grey whispered and he placed a kiss on Imogen’s temple and then left.
Imogen placed her fingers where his lips had been, her lips quivered and once again her world fell apart. Grey wasn’t making this any easier, and she wished that he would just let her be.
*****
For the next week, Grey distanced himself from Imogen. Whenever he helped her study, he sat at the far end of the table. They spoke but when they did, they hardly said much. It was as if they were stepping on eggshells when they were around each other. There was one thing that Grey had not done, and that was going out to sleep with women! He hadn’t had the heart to; not since Imogen. Not that he owed her anything.
Grey walked into the living room, tickets to the ballet in one hand and his coffee in the other.
Imogen sat watching some TV show, one Grey never understood the appeal. He sat on the couch opposite the one Imogen sat on.
Imogen turned to acknowledge Grey then turned back to face the television.
“Imogen?” Grey said placing his coffee on the coffee table.
Imogen turned her attention from the TV and to Grey. She did not want to appear ignorant. “Yes?”
“Do you like the ballet?” Grey asked sitting forward a little. He had been to the ballet numerous of times before. He still remembered his first visit with his mother. He was nine years old and he was immersed in the beauty. From the story, the choreography, the costumes and the sets. He had fallen in love with it all.
“I have no idea, never been.” Imogen had never been to the ballet; it wasn’t something she ever planned to do.
“I have tickets, do you want to accompany me?” Grey asked before drinking some of his coffee. It was only the ballet; it wasn’t a date and there was no harm in asking.
Imogen thought about Grey’s offer, it sounded like a lovely gesture and she had never been to the ballet before. She also supposed the tickets were expensive. Then there was the whole situation about spending time together. It might not be a good idea. “Why not take Professor Martins?”
He would never spend that much money on Irene. He knew Irene was trying to get him into bed, she had been since they both started working at the university. He never had any interest in her. “I don’t want to take Irene. I want to take you; you are much better company. It will be good to get out of the house for a few hours.”
Imogen weighed the pros and cons in her head on whether she should accept or not. In the end, Imogen acquiesced to the offer of the ticket. “Sure,” She replied reluctantly.
Grey, he’d take that. “You will not regret this, I promise. Go get dressed we leave in an hour and a half.”
“Oh,” Imogen said full of surprise, she was not expecting it to be tonight.
“If you are worried about what to wear, I am sure you have something very fitting.” Grey smiled.
An hour later Imogen emerged from her bedroom, walking across the landing she knocks on the bathroom door. “Grey, are you decent?”
“Yes, come on in.”
Imogen opens the bathroom door and closes it softly behind her. Grey was in the middle of tying his bow tie to his tuxedo when he turned around and let out a small gasp.
“Do I look okay? I had no idea what to wear.” Imogen said blushing a little.
Imogen wore a silk dress the colour of evergreen; the dress plunged a little showing a small amount of cleavage. Her copper hair was loose and she wore green eye make-up to accentuate her eyes and peach lipstick.
Grey’s body shook with need, so electrifying, that it vibrated right through him. He fumbled with his bow tie, quickly knotting it together. “You look beautiful.” He took a step forward. “Then again you’d look beautiful in a paper bag,” Grey said placing a hand on Imogen’s shoulder.
“Thank you. You look beautiful too.” Imogen tiptoed to whisper in Grey’s ear. “You’re making me tingle.” She placed a kiss on his neck and spoke. “Your bow tie is crooked.” Before walking out with a smirk on her face.
*****
Imogen sat on the red velvet chair next to Grey, his hand rested on the arm of the chair and she so desperately wanted to touch it. Instead, she opted to subtly place her hand on the arm of her chair too. Her hand was so close to Grey’s that she felt her fingers graze his.
Grey’s fingers twitched when he felt a brush of skin against his. He didn’t grab Imogen’s hand; he left his hands where they were.
The curtains opened and the show started. Immediately Imogen was pulled into the story; it was easy to follow and the dancing was beautiful. Imogen turned to look at Grey who was also enjoying the show with a smile on his face. Imogen smiled; Grey was different not at all like the hard-arsed Professor he usually was. Maybe he was softening a bit.
“Interval,” Grey said standing. “Do you want a drink?”
“Sure. I will come with you.” Imogen said.
They walked into the large lobby when a woman’s voice was heard.
“Grey Thompson I had a feeling I’d see you here.”
Grey turned on his heel to see a beautiful blonde walking up to him. She wore a yellow dress with lace around the collar, blue heeled shoes and her hair was pinned back in a low bun.
Imogen wondered if this was one of the women Grey had slept with. That made her feel a painful jolt in the pit of her stomach.
“Hello, Cynthia,” Grey said. “You know me and my love for ballet.”
“Tell me about it.” Cynthia laughed heartedly. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your date?” Cynthia said gesturing towards Imogen.
“This is Imogen,” Grey said placing his hand on Imogen’s lower back.
Warmth spread through Imogen’s body, as Grey’s fingertips brushed up her spine.
“Nice to meet you, Imogen,” Cynthia said with a polite smile.
Imogen smiled back. “It is nice to meet you too.”
“We better get going before all the champagne is gone,” Grey said taking hold of Imogen’s elbow.
“Nice to see you again, Grey,” Cynthia said before walking off in the opposite direction.
Grey passed Imogen her flute of champagne.
Imogen took a sip letting it wet her lips. “She was beautiful,” Imogen said.
“Pretty yes, beautiful no,” Grey answered honestly and took a long sip of his champagne.
Imogen’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? She seems your type. How do you know her?”
“She is one of my exes.” He said and downed the rest of his drink.
“Oh,” Imogen wasn’t expecting that. And she wondered how long they had spent together. “Were you together long?”
“Three years to be precise,” Grey said once again grabbing Imogen’s elbow to walk her back to the theatre.
“What happened?” She asked intrigued that Grey was opening up to her a little.
“Too many disagreements. We rarely saw eye to eye, we thought we could make it work.” Grey still remembered the day they split. There was no emotional goodbye, no heated fight. They both said goodbye and knew it was for the best.
“I am glad.” Imogen smiled.
Grey smirked to himself.
****
Once they stepped out of the theatre the cold hit them straight away. Imogen was glad she had brought her jacket.
“What do you usually do after the ballet?” Imogen asked as they walked down the street to wait for the nearest taxi.
“Usually, I’d find the nearest bar and find a woman to fuck.” He was stupid why the hell did he say that? Imogen did not want to know that even if she already knew about it. He really should have kept his thoughts to himself.
A stabbing pain shot through Imogen’s heart. She didn’t want to know that. Or picture Grey taking someone back home, or fucking them in a toilet stall. She said nothing instead keeping her mouth shut, it was best to say nothing at all.
Grey pulled on Imogen’s arm bringing her to a stop. “I haven’t been with anyone in a couple of weeks.” He said still holding onto her arm. He liked it. Liked the closeness.
Why though? Imogen thought to herself. Grey told her plenty of times nothing could ever happen between them. Still, she said nothing.
They walked to the taxi with Grey still holding Imogen’s arm.
****
“Do you want a drink?” Grey said opening the door to his study.
“Rum?” Imogen said walking through the door.
“Yes,” Grey said opening the cabinet and taking out two crystal tumblers and pouring two shots of rum.
Imogen stood looking at Grey’s desk. It was neat, well organised just like himself. She spotted the course thesis sitting neatly on the desk. “Can I take this for the rest of the course?” She spoke jokingly.
Grey came up behind Imogen with the tumblers of rum in his hands. “I don’t think so.” He laughed and passed Imogen her rum when she turned.
Imogen took a sip and the liquid burnt her throat. Her eyes went to Grey’s lips and throat as he swallowed, his Adam's apple moving slowly. Looking at his lips she’d do anything for a taste.
Grey wanted to touch Imogen and he knew how wrong it was. He took a step forward to place the tumbler on his desk. “I should probably say goodnight.” His fingers still lingered on the strap of Imogen’s dress.
“You should,” Imogen said and she was about to take another sip of her drink until Grey took it placing it on his desk.
A beat.
Grey was close, Imogen felt his breath on her shoulder, sending hot prickles all over her skin.
“I can’t carry on like this,” Grey said his breath now hot on Imogen’s neck. “I have waited too long.” His voice was husky and low. Grey’s teeth scraped Imogen’s jawline and Imogen gasped and her head fell back.
Grey’s mouth connected with Imogen’s who opened immediately gaining Grey’s tongue access. When their tongues joined together Grey deepened the kiss. His mouth was hot, passionate, and greedy. Grey’s hands roamed up and down Imogen’s body until his fingers came to the straps of her green dress, Pulling the straps down off Imogen’s shoulders until it pooled at her feet. Grey’s cock hardened instantly when he saw Imogen wore no bra. Lifting Imogen Grey places, her onto his desk and her legs immediately come around his waist.
“I can’t stop. I don’t want to.” Grey said sucking Imogen’s nipple into his mouth.
Imogen moaned and arched her back. “Then don’t, ever stop.”
Grey’s mouth moved along the curve of Imogen’s breasts; his lips leaving hot trails along her stomach and down her inner thighs. Pushing Imogen’s knickers down to her ankles, Grey presses his face into Imogen’s wet folds. Imogen gasps and lifts her hips up and grips Grey’s head. Grey’s tongue flicks Imogen’s clit, and Imogen moans deeply. Gripping Imogen’s thighs Grey sucks hard on her clit, until she was almost shaking with need.
Grey places a finger inside Imogen’s now dripping pussy; circling it around and around. Imogen groaned and lifted her hips more so Grey could go deeper. She needed Grey inside her, and her pussy throbbed at that thought.
“Grey,” Imogen said somewhere between a moan and a whimper.
Grey stood, unzipped his trousers and when he pulled out his hard cock Imogen’s mouth watered. Climbing down from the table, Imogen knelt in front of Grey, and gripped his thick cock in her hand, opening her mouth she took in the full length.
“Fuck!” Grey said knotting his fingers in Imogen’s hair. His hips thrust forward, and his head fell back as Imogen sucked harder.
The taste of Grey’s cock had Imogen’s pussy dripping even more. She sucked greedily, slurping around his thick girth.
Grey lifted Imogen’s head. “No more now, I want to be inside you!” Grey’s voice was low and breathless.
Imogen sat back on the desk, her legs coming around Grey’s waist. Grey took a condom from his draw, ripped it open with his teeth and placed it down his shaft. Pushing into Imogen’s pussy Imogen gripped Grey’s arms, letting out a long deep moan as Grey filled her deep. Grey stilled feeling himself grow inside Imogen’s tight pussy. Grey’s hands came to Imogen’s thighs, gripping them hard. His hips began to move fast, and Imogen cried out with pleasure.
Grey usually didn’t care about communication when having sex, if both parties consented then he’d just fuck them. Never asking if they liked it, it was a fuck to him nothing more. Imogen was different. He felt different. “Are you okay? Am I doing okay?” Grey said his voice was breathless and his forehead dripped with perspiration.
Imogen’s hands came to Grey’s face. “You’re doing perfectly. You’re perfect.” She kissed his lips. She had never wanted something so bad, and she knew it was dangerous, that it was wrong, but why did it feel so right?
Grey moved his hips faster, moaning loudly his head fell to Imogen’s neck. Grunting Grey’s cock twitched and he filled the condom.
Imogen’s pussy gripped Grey's cock, she tightened her legs around his waist, not wanting to let go. She pushed her hips forward once more, shaking as her orgasm hit. Her breath was heavy as she pulled Grey into a kiss once more.
Chapter 15
They do mean something.
Five days later:
“Have you and Professor Thompson come to a truce?” Caitlin said sitting at the cafeteria table.
Imogen placed a cherry tomato in her mouth. “Sort of.” Her mind wandered back to Grey and how they had sex on his desk. Her pussy throbbed at the thought. They hadn’t had sex since that day, but Grey hadn’t gone out either. Imogen didn’t want to ruin it by asking if they were in a relationship, she didn’t want to appear clingy. Even if it did break her heart if Grey never wanted anything more.
“Meaning?” Caitlin’s dark almond eyes widened.
“Meaning he isn’t as bad as he seems.” He really wasn’t, he was much more relaxed. Except when he was helping Imogen with her studies, then he was a pushy arsehole.
Caitlin looked around to make sure no one was listening. “You like him, don’t you?” She said her voice a whisper.
It was hard to push down feelings like that, and she knew her eyes and face gave her away. She would have to hide her feelings behind a mask. She’d lie to her best friend, to protect Grey. “He is okay.”
