A/N: Long chapter, couldn't make up my mind, will edit later.

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I haven't been this nervous in so long. Well, not since the last time I knocked on a man's door. When it swings open, my heartbeat races.

"Maggie! Welcome!" Deven says in his cute accent. My nerves calm a little with the warmth of his greeting. "Come in, come in," he gestures me inside.

His apartment is small like mine, but not as new and flashy. The living room fits only a single, weathered couch and low coffee table with pillows beside it. The rest of the space is overtaken with bookshelves filled to the brim with texts and other study materials. I shouldn't be surprised to see he doesn't own a TV. 

I'm nervous, which makes me excited. There are only two reasons boys have ever invited me over to their apartment: they want to fuck, or they're Remy. He may be tall and brown, but he's about one hundred pounds shy of ruining my day for the second time.

I follow him into the living room, fiddling with my bag and looking over the variety of subjects of his books.

"I'm so glad you came," he says as he makes a place for me on the little table. "I was hoping you would." He straightens back up and I watch his eyes scan over me as his beautiful lips spread into another smile.

"Yeah, me too."

He steps closer and runs a hand down my arm. When it lingers, my heart beats rapidly and my mouth goes dry. "Well ..." He drops his hand, leans down, and places a large, translucent box onto the little table. "Here are the bones," he says as he takes off the lid and sets it to the side. "It is usually best to go through each section of the textbook until you feel comfortable. After that, start taking them from the box randomly, guess, and check your work."

"Uh ..." This is not what I expected. "O-okay," I stutter with my surprise.

"Make yourself comfortable. I will be in the kitchen making tea if you need me," he says, his smile wide and gleaming against his perfect skin. "Good luck and have fun."

With that, he leaves me alone in the living room with the box. I take off my bag and settle onto one of the little pillows, feeling ... confused. Did he really invite me over just to study?

I turn and peek over the couch, finding him reaching for something in a cabinet. The end of his shirt pulls up, displaying his lower stomach. A thin line of hair peeks from above the edge of the pants sitting low on his hips, making me consider the happy things located just below. He turns around and my eyes lock onto his perfect ass.

Mmm ...

I catch myself licking my lips as I stare. He's just so sweet, so delicious, so tempting, so not taking my clothes off right now.

Dammit, I think as I sit back down with a huff. I pull out my phone and find zero notifications. I might actually have to study to distract myself from the ache between my thighs.

♡♡♡

Before I know it, hours have passed and I've managed to focus enough to get through the bones multiple times. Better yet, it's finally making sense. Distractions aside, Deven is actually a great teacher.

I place the last bone in the box and let out a sigh. "Okay, I seriously think I know them all."

"Really? Brilliant!" he exclaims. "Have a moment to rest, clear your mind. We'll have you go back and fill in the guidebook one last time to verify your genius," he says with a cheeky grin.

I giggle. "Okay."

"Would you like more tea?"

"Sure."

He gets up to go fetch it and I relax back against the seat of the couch. Clear my mind, I remind myself, but that only makes me remember what I wish I was doing.

I look at my phone again and groan in frustration. Still nothing from Daniel. I shift onto my heels on the little pillow, enjoying the small rush of pleasure when I apply pressure between my thighs. Fuck, I need someone to fuck me.

Deven comes back over and hands me a steaming mug as he sits. My fingers graze his as I take it from him. "Thank you," I say.

He gives me a lop-sided grin. "Of course." He settles on the pillow and his leg presses against mine. The warmth of his touch spreads up my leg, making me want to feel him elsewhere.

I let the mug warm my hands as I stare at him through the steam. His dark hair half up in a cute little style, his gorgeous eyes dancing over the words on the pages before him from under those long, dark lashes. He looks unfazed as he sips, reading as if he doesn't realize we're alone in his apartment together for the first time. The first time? Ugh, why does he do this to me?

"Thanks again for helping me," I say wanting his attention. "I really appreciate it."

His amber eyes bounce back up to mine. "Don't mention it." He holds my gaze and I feel my pussy ache in response. "I appreciate you being here. I am very much enjoying the rare company."

I give him a curious look as my mind processes his words. "Rare?"

He sets down his tea and smiles. "You could say I'm not to most popular on campus. Not the way I'd like to be, at least."

"Really? You're like the nicest person there," I tell him truthfully. "You're pretty much the only one who's ever talked to me outside of class. What's not to like?"

He shrugs. "It is everything about me, really. My accent, my nationality ... my skin ... Among other things ..."His smile fades and my heart drops. "There is plenty about me to hate."

"What? No, that's fucking bullshit," I spit with my anger. "Your accent is gorgeous, your skin is fucking perfect, and you're a goddamn genius. You are an amazing human being from every possible aspect. Is it the dumbass frat boys in lab giving you shit?" I ask with a bit too much passion, but it makes him chuckle. 

"Some of it, yes."

I groan with anger. "They're spoiled little shits that expect everyone to bow to them because their daddies own companies. They have everything they could ever want, whenever they want it. They don't know what it's like to hurt, which is why they go around and tear people down for whatever flaw they can find to make themselves feel better about their own mediocrity," I tell him from experience. "They do it to me, too."

"You? What does anyone have to judge you for?"

I shrug weakly, not wanting to admit it. But when he stares at me with those eyes, the words spill out of my mouth. "I was rich growing up, too. My parents made a lot of money in very illegal ways, and ... ultimately went to prison for it. It was a huge story when it happened. When people find out my name, they either judge me or pity me."

He leans an elbow on to the couch to face me. "Really?"

I nod. "You've never heard of the Abbatelli family from Phoenix?"

"No."

"Good. Let's keep it that way," I say with a faux smile. "Because of them, I lost everything. I left Arizona to get away from it all, but it still followed me. It only gets worse when people find out about my job."

"What is your job?"

I look up at him, seeing the genuine curiosity in his expression. It's nice to have someone neutral to my situation -- someone that doesn't see my choices as some sort of morbid repetition of my past. "I'm an escort."

His expression barely changes. "I don't understand."

His innocence makes me laugh. "Deven, I'm basically a prostitute."

He grins. "The oldest profession. What is wrong with that?" He looks genuinely confused. "I wish I could do something like that to pay for school. Instead, I have sixty thousand dollars in loans and whore myself around for free."

I nearly choke on the laugh that bursts from me. I stare at him as I laugh, wondering how I didn't catch see this playful side of him before. "I did not expect that from you."

"I am full of surprises," he grins. He leans closer to me, making eye contact again. "I don't know what you went through and I won't ask, but ... I chose to attend school internationally not only for the education, but to get away from my family as well."

"You went a bit farther than I did," I joke. "You're originally from India, right?"

"I am," he says with a smile. "My family lives in New Delhi."

"Are your parents not sweet like you?"

"It isn't that." He smiles. "My mother is overbearing, as expected, but she and my father are very kind. Until they start in with the questions as to when I will become a doctor."

That makes me laugh. "Did you tell them you're a biologist?"

"I will tell them when I get my doctorate and they can still call me 'doctor'."

I toss my head back and laugh, covering my face with a hand. He gives in and laughs with me.

Our laughter calms into a comfortable silence and he sighs. "I'm glad you're here, Maggie." 

He places a hand on the back of my head and pulls me to him. I turn my face towards his, but only in enough time for the kiss to land at my cheek, his soft lips only grazing the corner of my mouth. 

He places his hand against my thigh and gives it a little squeeze. "Now, let's try this one more time." He reaches into the box and hands me a piece. My smile fades when I am reminded why I'm really here. "One last time."

I hold up the plastic pelvic girdle and trace my thumbs down towards my favorite portion. "Anterior interior iliac spine, ischial spine, acetabulum, pubic tubercle ..." I stop to think as my finger traces lower. "Obturator foramen, pubic symphysis, ischium!"

"Look at you! A master!" he says with a gleeful smile. He claps, but all I can do is stare at his lips.

I don't understand him. He's kind, flirtatious, generous, gorgeous. We're in his house, alone, surrounded by multiple fuckable surfaces; pillows, a plush couch, a rug, this table, the goddamn floor. The sun went down almost an hour ago, leaving only the dim light of old light bulbs and candles in the room. Any other boy would have been fumbling with the clasp of my bra hours ago.

My pussy clenches. I can't wait anymore. I want it. I need it.

"Go through the lab manual now, making sure to ..." He continues to talk, but I stop listening and move closer to him. "You'll do well if --" I turn his face to mine, interrupting his sentence with my kiss.

His lips are plump and soft, the spice of his tea adding to his delicious taste. Climbing onto his lap, I feel him hum against my lips. I run my hands over his perfect jawline, pulling him closer, drinking him in as I get lost in the feeling of his lips against mine.

That is until I realize his kiss isn't quite as enthusiastic.

I pull my lips from his, and when I open my eyes, his wide-eyed expression is not what I wanted. My heart sinks. "Maggie," he sighs. 

I drop my hands from him quickly. Oh, no ... 

"This is ..." Shit, fuck, damn. "This is inappropriate ... I am your teacher," he explains, but I'm still sitting on his lap trying to figure out where I went wrong. "I truly appreciate your friendship, but that's all I desire. I hope you do not feel as if you owe me anything for my help."

Bitch, you would not be saying that if I were naked. I guaran-motherfucking-tee it. "I don't think I owe you anything." I look at him, my body questioning whether it would be worth it to fail a class. "I just want you."

He looks dismayed. "I'm sorry. I hope you don't consider this a rejection of some kind."

Of course it's a fucking rejection you sonofabitch, I just kissed you and was perfectly willing to suck your sweet, little cinnamon dick but -- "Of course not. I get it," I lie to him, reluctantly flopping back into the pillow beside him.

"You do?"

Fuck no. "Of course. I just ... misinterpreted your kindness for flirtation, I guess."

His mouth curves up into an asymmetrical grin. "Well ..." he says as a knock sounds on the door. He looks at it in confusion.

"Were you expecting someone else?" I ask.

He looks back to me. "No," he says. "I'm so sorry, excuse me."

He gets up and goes to answers the door, leaving me alone with my frustration and disappointment. Fuck the one hundred pounds, he's another fucking Remy.

My phone vibrates on the table, and when I look at my screen, I smile.

Daniel: I'm home

now. Come over.

He's a fucking godsend. 

I throw my phone into my bag and stand up just in time to see a man walk inside and immediately push Deven backward against the wall beside the door. My heart seizes with fear in the split second before the man pulls Deven's face to his and kisses him passionately.

My eyes go wide.

Deven attempts to pull the man from him, and it backfires when the man drops to his knees. "No, no, no, no, no," Deven tries to stop him, but the man is already pulling up his shirt to kiss his stomach and fumbling with his belt.

The scene is so shocking, it takes me a moment to notice the man's signature, white hair. My mouth drops open when it clicks. "Dr. Jenkins?" I ask.

My Biology II professor and head of the whole goddamn department looks my way and shuffles back onto his feet. Deven covers his face in his hands.

A smile spreads across my face when I connect the dots. "What the --"

"It is not what it looks like!"

"-- fuck is happening right now?" I finish with an amused laugh. This explains so much. So, so much.

The professor looks mortified -- as if I was going to do anything but offer to join them. He looks between me as I grin like an idiot, and Dev whose face is crimson in color. "I ... Erm ..." the noticeably intoxicated Jenkins stammers before clearing his throat. "I didn't realize you had company," he says to Deven, accusation in his tone.

Deven moves his hands to his undoubtedly burning cheeks. "Yes. I ... I offered to help her study." Holy fuck the awkwardness is delicious.

Jenkins looks back to me, his mouth agape as he tries to find words that would explain why he had every intention to blow my TA right in front of me. "I'm just gonna ... go," he says. He immediately turns and flees from the apartment, his pale cheeks red with his embarrassment.

I cover my mouth, trying to stifle my laugh. Deven seems embarrassed, but his wide smile and laughter show he finds the humor in it, too.

I walk over to him, failing to fight my smile. "So ..." I start to say. "Busy night?"

Deven laughs. He peers down at me, his face still red. "Just ask."

I oblige. "You're into men?"

He smiles and his cute little cheeks redden further. "I am."

I smack my hand lightly against his arm. "You are such an ass!" I laugh.

"Why?"

"You really made me think you were the only man capable of resisting my charms. Turns out you never wanted them in the first place!"

He laughs. "That's not what this is. I really do appreciate your friendship."

"Yes, tell me you appreciate my friendship one more time," I tell him. He covers his face with his hands but continues to laugh. "I didn't believe you when you said you were a whore, too. But Professor Jenkins?" I ask him. "Trust me, I get the daddy allure, but I thought teacher-student relationships were inappropriate," I mock him.

"They are. Please stop torturing me," he says with a laugh as he covers his red cheeks.

"No, thanks. So, like ... is this a new kind of work-study, or ...?"

"Stop!" he whines through his laughter.

"Oh! This must be for your thesis. Are you presenting your findings as a top or a bottom?"

"Maggie!" He wipes the tears from his eyes.

I place my hands on his narrow waist and give him a playful shake. "Answer the question!"

He looks at me with embarrassment, trying to hide his smile beneath a faux frown. "I'm vers." I throw back my head and let out a celebratory squeal. Deven covers his face again and says, "I am so embarrassed."

"Haven't you heard of karma?" I tease with a smile. "I'd love to stay and solidify the fact that we are the same person and therefore best friends now, but I have to go."

"Already?"

"Yes. It's work," I say with a wink. "We should ... do this again soon." He laughs again.

I pull him into a hug that he returns enthusiastically. I give him one last smile, then leave his apartment to flee to a different kind of satisfaction.

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A/N: What do you think about Deven now?

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