Page 2 of Lesbian Professor (Sapphic Sweethearts #6)

Noelle

“ R eally?” Jessica asks. She leans forward, places her hands on the wooden table between us. “You wanted to skip dinner at a beautiful Italian restaurant to come here and flirt with the waitress?”

“No, I wanted to skip dinner at a beautiful Italian restaurant to come here and fuck the waitress,” I say, correcting her. “There’s a subtle difference.”

“I think it’s hot,” Tori says. She looks at Jessica, her wife, and then back at me. “You get it, Noelle. You deserve this.”

“You’ve been here for a couple of hours,” Jessica says, whining. “You haven’t even been here a full day. Already, you’re wanting to plant your seed.”

“First off, you’re a businesswoman,” I say. “Try talking like one.”

Jessica glares. “You know what? I can get in alignment and create strategic plans and circle back all fucking day, but I have always been straight with you. I always will be, too.”

“Will you?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says.

“Then be straight with me now. I broke up with my girlfriend. I’m hurting. I’m tired. I’m horny. I’m so, so fucking horny,” I say. “I need something.”

“And getting the phone number of our favorite waitress is how you’re going to do that,” Jessica says.

“No, getting the username for a well-known spicy app is the way I’m going to do that,” I say.

“Just don’t hurt her,” Tori says. “We like her. She’s great.”

“She is,” Jessica says. “And we like this bar.”

“I won’t hurt her,” I say.

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

I reach for my wine, toss it back. Jessica changes the subject, starts talking about a show she likes.

I try my best to listen, but I’m thinking about the server with the tight pink tanktop and the low-rise jeans.

I’m thinking about how her ass will feel cupped in my hands, and I’m thinking about how much I want to tug her tank down and lick her pretty breasts.

“Are you serious right now?” Jessica asks.

“Yes.”

“You said you were going to take her out tomorrow,” she says.

“No. I said I was going to fuck her tomorrow.”

“You really need a new plan,” Jessica says.

“You know what? You’re right.”

I pull out a fifty, drop it on the table. I stand, grab my purse, and wave to my sister.

“I’m going to go now.”

“You’re literally staying at our place,” Jessica says.

“I appreciate that. I’ll get a room tonight,” I say.

“You’re getting a room?”

“Yeah,” I say. “Trust me: you aren’t going to be around for what I’m going to do.”

I march up to the bar. The woman I’m interested in is leaning on the bar facing away from me. She’s talking to a tall, skinny guy with moppy brown hair. He’s laughing at something she’s saying, but when he notices me, he straightens up.

“Ma’am?” The man cocks his head. “Can I get you something?”

The woman turns around.

“My name is Noelle,” I say to her. I ignore the man.

“Polly,” she says.

“Want to get out of here?”

“I have to close,” she says.

“I’ve got it!” A friendly-looking young woman with her hair pulled back in pigtails comes rushing over. “I’ll close,” she says. “Polly, you should go.”

“Annabeth,” the man says. “What the hell?”

“Max, chill. She should definitely go out.”

“Yes, Max, chill,” I say. I turn from him and back to Polly. I reach for her cheek, stroke it softly.

“What are you doing?” Polly asks.

“Taking you out,” I say.

“Where are you going to take me?”

“A hotel, hopefully,” I say.

“That’s a bit forward,” Max says.

“I believe in honesty.” I keep my eyes fully centered on the woman in front of me. She’s younger than me by at least twenty years. She’s cute, perky, and soft. I want to play with her, tease her, make her fall apart. I want to make her melt beneath me.

If she’ll give me a chance, I can give her the best fucking night of her life.

“You believe in honesty?” Polly asks. She bites her lip. Oh, she’s so fucking cute. She doesn’t realize just how much she’s turning me on, but I know exactly what effect I’m having on her.

Polly’s nipples are hard. They pebble beneath her shirt, and I use every ounce of self-control to keep myself from reaching out and pinching one of them.

“Yes.”

“How honest are you going to be?”

“Very.”

“What’s going to happen at the hotel?”

“I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life,” I say.

“A bit cocky of you,” Polly says.

Annabeth and Max are both watching us, as are Jessica and Tori. We’ve got two distinct audiences. The rest of the bar is empty, save for a lone man drinking in one corner. We are the main characters tonight. No matter what anyone else says, we’re never going to forget this evening.

“It’s not cocky if it’s true,” I say.

“What happens after the orgasm?”

“I’m going to fuck you until my name is permanently etched on your lips,” I say.

“Holy fuck,” Annabeth says. “Polly, I think you should go.”

Max presses his lips together. I know he’s probably the voice of reason in Polly’s life, but I think I’m even winning him over.

“Okay,” Polly says. She grabs a set of keys from a hook behind the bar, shoves them into her pocket. “I’ll go. I’ll go to the hotel.”