The Professor: Stranger Addiction (Private Lessons) by Lia Marsh Page A

that came from excitement Paul knew that Laura was going to go through with this and although he didn’t feel comfortable he wanted to be there to support her.
    “Well they said turn up after eleven so – we best get going.” It was Paul’s way of showing Laura he could forgive her for this and somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t get that pretty blonde that Alexander had with him at dinner.
    He thought that if this was Laura’s chance for a little fun then the same rules applied to him as well.
    The two were surprised to find a limo waiting for them when they got to the hotel lobby. They’d not spoken a word to one another in the elevator which they shared with an aggressively and openly romantic couple that were kissing in-between insults, their lips saying vulgar things followed by their tongues doing vulgar things.
    Paul tried to make sense of the situation using this couple as an example of what not to become – a part of him thought that if he let Laura relieve herself from this frustration she was carrying around then maybe in the long run it would save their relationship and they wouldn’t end up hating one another for missing out an parts of their lives.
    As the two of them strolled down the steps and the limousine doors were opened by the sort of drivers Laura thought looked very ‘British’ she turned to Paul just to see if he would show her any sign of affection.
    It wasn’t his intention to be dismissive but the man was in a world of his own and struggling with his morals; they’d both been raised to go against this stuff and although Laura found herself trying to break away from that Paul rarely strayed from his strict, right-wing path.
    A little hurt that her boyfriend went ahead and got in without saying a word to her Laura stopped, sighed, pulled herself together and followed his lead. She was going to go through with this no matter the consequences but she hoped that Paul could forgive her someday.
    By the time Laura had taken her seat Paul was already opening a bottle of champagne he’d found in a little bucket of ice on one of the seats going down the side.
    The two were forced to face one another at the limo was laid out with black leather to the right and left, from the back to a tinted window at the front where the driver was. Above their were little lights in the lining of the ceiling, they glowed a red-pink colour and changed ever so slightly; it made the entire limo look like something out of a romantic movie or as Paul thought – it looked like something overpaid men used to go to burlesque balls.
    Laura couldn’t contain her excitement despite the awkwardness she felt between her and Paul. Her mind kept roaming to the endless pleasures she was about to face.
    To the sea of ecstasy that Alexander would bring her, she didn’t doubt he abilities in the bedroom for a moment and she couldn’t wait to find out for herself just how skilled he was.
    The thoughts going through her mind left her damp in her seat but looking over to her boyfriend she also felt a slight sense of discomfort from enjoying those thoughts.

Paul poured himself a glass and then handed over the bottle to Laura without saying a word. Laura swiped the bottle from her boyfriend’s hand and took three large gulps of the stuff before it began to foam around the lid and she had to hold it to the side as it spilled out onto the leather.
    She chuckled to herself and looked back at her boyfriend who still didn’t have the slightest smile painted on his face however Paul was deep in thought and didn’t notice how much his blank expression seemed to be affecting Laura, he was trying to make sense of the situation and trying to think what it was about Alexander that Laura got so excited about; if anything he was trying to think of ways to better himself for Laura so that in the future he could get her fired up the way she was tonight.
    “Do you want to go back?” Laura finally managed to break the silence as