Testing Her Professor (Sister Switch Book 1) Page 3

  There’s no way I can take her with me because even though I can tell them apart, most people wouldn’t notice the slight differences. I’m not worried about my career since I never plan to teach again. Still, my poor Alyssa worked hard to get her sister out of college, and despite my annoyance with Alexa, I feel bad for the girl. Had I known I was the only one keeping her from graduation, I would have done something sooner.

  After I use the bathroom, I slip on my boxer briefs to stave off the temptation to take her again. I go into their kitchen and get myself a glass of water. I walk and scroll through my emails and finish those up while taking a seat on her sofa. Seeing her phone on the floor, I pick it up and program my number in there before she wakes up. I’m just about to head back and lay down when I hear her phone ringing—a surge of jealousy courses through me at the thought of someone calling her this early. I look down and laugh. It’s my dear lousy student, and I answer.

  “Alyssa, finally,” she says.

  “Hello, Alexa.” I have a shit-eating grin on my face, picturing her expression similar to Alyssa’s yesterday. I’m a dick, but she needs a lesson taught. Putting my woman in trouble isn’t acceptable to me, but I’ll let this one slide since it brought her to me.

  “Oh, fucking shit. What the fuck are you doing with my sister’s phone?” She’s shocked for a whole half a second before she gets angry and suspicious.

  “She left it in my classroom after her exam. Hmm…that explains why you aced the test. Not missing a single question.” I smile to myself, enjoying this subterfuge a little too much.

  “Damn it, I told her to botch a couple of them.” I hear her covering her mouth as if somehow she can take it back.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll pretend we didn’t have this conversation with one important condition.” Knowing that I’m in the living room and Alyssa can’t hear me, I finish my demand.

  Chapter 5

  Alyssa

  He gets out of bed quietly, but I can still feel him go. It wakes me up, but I wait until he’s out of my bedroom before I get out of bed and quickly wrap myself in my favorite silk robe. I hear him on the phone and secretly listen in.

  “Get her fired, and your secret is safe with me.”

  “Bastard,” I hiss out as I listen to him demand that she gets me fired.

  Standing up, I throw some clothes on and snatch the phone from his hand. “Alexa, I’ll call you later.” I hang up and look at Bennet and slap him across the face. “You need to leave immediately.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Are you seriously asking me that? I let you fuck me to keep my sister from failing, and then you go around and blackmail her into getting me fired. You’re a sick fucking bastard. I need you to leave. Now.”

  He walks back into the bedroom, and I hear him get dressed. I do my best to wipe the tears from my cheeks when he comes out of the bedroom. He’s not entirely dressed. He’s only wearing his jeans with his T-shirt thrown over his left shoulder, and damn does the bastard look sexy. “Listen, babe. I’m not going anywhere. I only got dressed because you’re pissed and naked under that robe, and fuck me, it’s a sexy sight.” I look down and see that it’s all but untied, leaving most of my cleavage and stomach showing. I adjust it because he doesn’t get to look at me like that anymore.

  I should be kicking him out, but I’m not demanding he leaves. I’m mentally telling myself that it’s because I want to hear what he has to say, which is a total lie. “First, I know your ass didn’t fuck me to keep your sister’s grade safe, and you know that’s true, so if you ever lie about that again, I’m going to take you over my knee and spank that ass like I’ve been thinking about all damn day. Second, I’m not just a lowly professor at a small college, so my money is enough to take care of both of us. Lastly, you already work for me.”

  “Work for you? Are you nuts?”

  “No, although I have to say you’ve turned me into a mad man who will rip the head off another man for even looking at you.” I roll my eyes even though something in his expression tells me that he’s deadly serious.

  “I’m a silent partner in King’s company. I have been for the past ten years long before it became the success that it is. We grew up together, and while he went to college, I joined the military. I come from a family with money, so I partnered with him. I haven’t looked into his staffing because none of it mattered. We never talk shop when we hang out, which is rare as fuck.”

  “So, in reality, you’re firing me.”

  “Well, yes, but since I’m not actually your boss, I can’t do that.”

  “Why can’t I work there then?”

  “Because there’s a no fraternization policy. It’s one of the many standards we put in the company to avoid any impropriety. Then you stumbled into my world, and I’m not allowing you to leave it until I’ve taken my last breath on this earth.”

  “Why do you teach then?”

  “Because I hate wearing a suit.” I frown at him. “Honestly, I had no interest in a career in business, but I’m killer at numbers, so I got my degree in teaching.”

  “So wait, if you’re a half-owner of King corporation, then that means you’re rich too.”

  “Yes, and that’s why you’re canned. There’s no need for my wife to work, especially for that good looking son of a bitch. Besides, you’re free to spend your time traveling with me, or babysitting a rambunctious five-year-old with a My Little Pony obsession.” He slides his arms around my waist and pulls me close, spinning me so that my back is pressed into his chest. Leaning down with his hand splayed over my belly, he whispers, “Or we can spend time watching our babies grow.”

  “Babies?”

  “Yes, I want a dozen or so.”

  “Yeah, well, I want to live in a castle.”

  “That can be arranged. In fact, there’s definitely room in the family castle for a dozen babies. Since you’re a twin, maybe you only get pregnant six times.”

  “Only six? How kind of you.”

  “Well, I am a sweetheart, even though you hate me.”

  Annoyed? Yes.

  Hatred? Not even close. “I don’t hate you.”

  “Good, because I’m only teasing. One or twenty kids, it doesn’t matter because, from the moment I saw you, I knew we belonged together.”

  “Damn, and I was looking forward to the castle.” I playfully tease as I try to process the warmth running through me at his promises.

  “Well, that’s not a joke. I told you I came from a wealthy family.”

  “Then why are you here?”

  “I wanted a calm life.”

  “No. I mean me. Why? You can have any woman you want?”

  “Because you’re the woman I want, and I take that very seriously. I didn’t just fuck you. I sealed our fates. If that takes you some time to figure it out, it’s fine, but as far as I’m concerned, this is it. You’re the one for me.”

  “We’ve only known each other for a few hours.”

  “My father always told me that when you know, you know. Besides, you might not know everything about me, but I did a lot of research since you walked into the classroom.”

  “Is that what had you so busy that you didn’t see me leave?”

  “Exactly. And what the hell did Ben Lee say to you?”

  “What do you mean?” I have no idea who Bennet’s talking about. I barely noticed anyone accept him the entire class.

  “That fuck that walked out with you. What did he say?”

  Ah. Now, I remember who Bennet’s talking about. “He asked me out to lunch.”

  “And?” He stands there waiting for an answer that I thought was pretty obvious since I can’t remember the guy’s name.

  “I said no.” I roll my eyes as I answer his ridiculous question.

  “Good girl. I’d hate to have to fail or kill him.”

  He whispers that last part as if saying it to himself, so I ask for clarification. “Kill?”

  “Did I say kill?” That feigned innocenc
e doesn’t work at all, and he calls me a bad actress.

  “Yeah, you did.”

  Smiling brightly, he shrugs off his words. “Well, I meant it. You’re mine, and I’m not letting anyone steal you away.”

  “But I owe that one guy a date,” I tease, hoping to wipe that cocky look off his handsome face.

  “Only if you want your ass tanned.” He grabs me around the waist, unties my robe, and then spins me around, so my ass is pressed against his cock. Leaning in, he whispers in my ear as his hand slips down my body, over my stomach, cupping my pussy. “I’m betting you want me to spank your sexy ass.” His severe yet smooth threat rushes through my body, causing me to shiver.

  “No,” I lie, pushing my ass against his bulge, needing him to relieve the tension coiled in me. This man has made me putty in his hands. I’m officially ruined, and I want more of it, more of him.

  “God, I want to be inside you so damn badly, but I’ve hurt your little pussy enough for one night.” He pumps two fingers inside, painfully stretching me before I feel the sting of the slap to my ass, and I’m coming all over his fingers.

  “You’re a beautiful liar.” He kisses my neck before letting me go.

  “Unfortunately, sexy. I have to go back to the college to clear out my office.”

  “What? Why?”

  “This was my last semester.”

  “What about the grades?”

  “I entered those before five yesterday.”

  “Now who’s the liar?”

  “You got me there, baby. How about I come to pick you up after I get all my shit, and we go out to dinner tonight?”

  I’m a little upset that he’s not planning to see me sooner than that, but I’m not going to get all clingy no matter what he said about our future. “I’d like that.”

  “Good. Do you have a preference?”

  “I like anything. So surprise me.”

  “Sounds good to me.” He steps up to me, cups my cheeks and then presses his lips to mine. “Be a good girl.”

  He slips on this T-shirt and gives me one more kiss before walking out the front door. A sigh escapes from deep within my chest, hating how pathetically attached I am to this man within twenty-four hours.

  I scoop up my phone and go take a shower. As I take my naked ass into the heated spray, letting my very achy muscles relax all the tension. I’m sure I was fired before Bennet called, but it still pisses me off that he wants to control me. With him gone, I can finally think straight. I have at least half a day until we go to dinner, and there’s really nothing I have to do today except getting a hold of my sister again. It’s not like I can check-in at the office or work on things because everyone, including my boss, assumes that Alexa is me.

  “Fuck.” I really can kick myself for all of this. I’ve worked hard to get where I am and let my sister talk me into switching places. My boss has to know that she’s not me by now. There’s no way she can do what I do for him. Hell, Alexa taking orders is hard to believe. She’s the least likely to submit to anyone.

  I hope she can talk her way out of getting me fired. I let the spray cascade down my hair as I consider my future. Do I want to work for Mr. King? I liked my job. Loving it would never happen. I don’t have an assertive nature, but I’m great at keeping Mr. King organized.

  Money to buy my books and help my sister are the only reasons I truly worked so hard. Maybe I’ll take a less stressful job. Would Bennet fight me on it? I smile to myself. If Bennet’s as rich as he says he is and still became a teacher, I’m betting that he understands my need to succeed.

  Once dressed, I tuck my phone into my pocket and go into the living room to read my book on the sofa. That’s when I notice Bennet’s phone on the table. Surprisingly, strangely, the fingerprint lock opens when I touch it. The screen picture is us in bed last night with my head on his chest.

  Two voicemails appeared while I must have been in the shower, but it’s not my business to check them, so I go to set the phone down, but then remember I don’t have his number. I call my cell, getting ready to store it, but Bennet’s already all over that because when I check my ringing phone, it says, Husband. This asshole. I giggle, end the call, and then tuck my phone away.

  As I’m about to read, the doorbell rings. Did Bennet come back for his phone? Holding it in my hand, I whip open the door and say, “Did you forget some—”

  “You sleazy bitch.” I try to close the door, but he’s got me, dropping Bennet’s phone on the edge on my steps. He drags me to a car and tosses me in, slamming the doors shut. I try to open them, but they’re childproof locks. Shit. Then I remember I have my phone. I shoot Bennet a text, turn my phone onto silent, and tuck it back in my pocket before this creep knows that I have it.

  He takes his time getting in, scoping the area for anyone noticing. I don’t even know who this guy is other than I remember him speaking to me briefly.

  I have no idea why he’s after me. “Please let me go. I don’t even know you.”

  “You don’t know me? We’ve had a class together for a whole semester, and you don’t know who I am?” I’ve said the wrong thing, but I don’t know how to get out of this.

  “He’s never shown you an ounce of attention until yesterday. I’ve waited and waited to ask you out, but as soon as the old teacher shows you some attention, you’re panting like a bitch in heat. You betrayed me.” If I make it out of here, I’m never switching places with my sister again.

  “I…I’m not Alexa. I’m her twin sister. Please.”

  “Bullshit. Your sister never came home last night. I followed the professor here, and he never left.” The venom pouring from his words sends chills through me. He’s off his fucking rocker.

  “I…I don’t know what to tell you, but I’m sorry if you’ve got the wrong idea.”

  “I’m never wrong.” The conviction in his voice tells me I have no chance of changing his mind. My only option is to escape. But how?

  Chapter 6

  Bennet

  As I drive to school, I know that my jealousy got the better of me. Alyssa doesn’t need to quit working for Oliver. Although I will demand that she works fewer hours. Whenever we spoke, he told me that he had the best assistant, and Alyssa worked nine hours a day just so he had a lighter load. Best of all, she never flirted with him.

  Even if I don’t think she needs to work for financial reasons, there’s the emotional need that might drive her. Although, I plan to shower her with whatever she wants, and maybe that’ll keep her in our bed forever.

  I pull up to the college parking lot, wondering how the hell did I get here. Did I blow red lights? My thoughts were all wrapped around Alyssa like I want to be wrapped around her.

  I hop out of my SUV and jog up the stairs one step at a time. “Oh, Bennet, we’re so glad you’re here.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “Your office was ransacked.”

  “What the fuck? Sorry. What?”

  “Well, the janitor heard someone in there last night before he left, and then your door was wide open this morning. We tried calling you, but you didn’t answer your phone.”

  “Oh shit.” I feel for it in my pockets, but it’s not here. I left it at Alyssa’s. Shit. It’s right on her coffee table.

  “Did you check the security cameras?”

  “They’re just for show pretty much. Budget cuts mean maintenance is going to be done over the summer for them.”

  “Great. I’m glad you have one less professor to pay.” I gather up my things, but honestly, whatever isn’t broken isn’t worth taking. I end up with half a box of items. I load it into my truck and drive back to her apartment. When I get there, my phone is on the grass. I pick it up and fucking freak out. Alyssa sent me a text. Your student took me. Help.

  I’m rushing as fast as I can back to my truck and hit the tracker on her phone. Okay, I’m a bit obsessed and might have set it up before she even got home from school. It helps to have years of mercenary work under my belt, but
that’s another thing. I call in a favor from a friend, and we track the sick fuck down to a dock that leads up the damn Mississippi River. Where the fuck does this asshole think he’s taking her?

  We arrive just five minutes after them. It’s amazing what you can do when you have friends in the right places. He’s about to speed off, but I can’t let that happen. That’s when I see it. She jumps into the water while he’s not looking. Good girl. I rush to get her before her kidnapper can. When I look toward the boat for threats, my guy has a gun trained on Ben Lee of all motherfucking people.

  The cold water doesn’t affect me because I’m too damn busy on a mission. This water can be treacherous and unforgiving. People take the river for granted, but the undercurrents drag people down and roots that trap people under the surface, drowning them. I can’t let that happen to my love. I find her pulling her head above water, trying to stay afloat. Fuck. I grab her and pull her close. “Alyssa,” I brush my lips against her forehead and swim to the shore.

  I climb the bank with her in my arms just as the police and paramedics arrive. I want him dead, but now is not the time or the place for that bullshit. First, I need my woman looked after.

  “Thank you, husband,” she whispers, kissing my cheek. I turn my head and take her mouth.

  “Sir.” The paramedic smirks, waiting to do his job.

  “Sorry.” I let him do a cursory examination.

  “I’m fine, really. I’m tired and cold, but I’m okay.”

  “Ma’am, we’re going to need a statement,” my detective friend Chris says.

  “Sure.” She tells them what happened, and that Ben had mistaken her for Alexa, but she couldn’t convince him otherwise.

  “Baby, I need a minute. I’ll be right back.”

  I walk with Chris. “I need a minute with him.”

  “You know I can’t let you.”

  “I’m not going to touch him. Trust me. I need to be back with Alyssa, but I have something to say.” He nods, and I walk over to the patrol car. With the window down, I frown at my former student. “This explains why you got a ‘C’ on the exam. Just so you know, that’s Alyssa. For a supposedly obsessed freak willing to kidnap a woman, it’s pretty pathetic that you couldn’t tell them apart. I noticed the first second I saw her. And now, Alexa’s in Paris staying in the same hotel room as Alyssa’s boss. I hope you enjoy prison.” I don’t know if that’s true, but I loved the look of utter misery on his face.