Forbidden, p.4
Forbidden, page 4
“You’re the one who offered me a job, wouldn’t people get suspicious about that?” Imogen says.
“No, they would not. That is completely different to going out for a drink.” Professor Thompson responded.
“Please Grey, come on,” Imogen said softly touching his hand. It felt nice and Imogen wanted to run her fingertips over his skin.
Professor Thompson paused for a moment, before moving Imogen’s hand from his own. “Stop touching me, it is incredibly annoying.”
“Fine, suit yourself,” Imogen said with much annoyance.
“I am done now.” Professor Thompson said standing to pick up his briefcase.
Imogen sat in the car, her head resting on the headrest. If she had her way, she’d have Professor Thompson drive her everywhere.
“Did you ever have anyone special in your life?” Imogen asked.
Professor Thompson tensed up, and Imogen was beginning to think she made a mistake by asking him.
“You are very nosy, and ask too many questions.” Professor Thompson said in a clipped tone.
“I haven’t asked you that many questions,” Imogen says.
“One question is one too many.” He says in an irked tone.
“How can I get to know you if I never ask questions?” Imogen said.
“You don’t need to get to know me.” Professor Thompson stated.
Imogen said nothing for the rest of the drive; there was no point if Professor Thompson was just going to act like an arsehole all the time.
The car stopped and Imogen got out not even bothering to say thank you, or goodbye.
*****
Imogen stood near the bar where she works. Her copper hair was down, and she wore one of her tight little black dresses that clung to her body. The dress often gained her a lot of attention.
“You not working tonight?” Al asked from behind the bar.
“No, it is my night off,” Imogen says flashing him a smile.
Al returns the smile. “What can I get you to drink then?”
“White wine,” Imogen says pointing to the bottle on the top shelf. Drinks were free tonight so she always went for the most expensive.
“There you go,” Al says passing over the wine.
“Thanks, babe,” Imogen says with a smile.
“Who are you here to impress tonight?” Al says wiping down the bar.
“I will wait to see if he shows up,” Imogen says before taking a slow sip of wine.
Chapter 8
You ruin everything!
Imogen leaned against the bar, sipping her glass of wine with her eyes on the door. When professor Thompson walked in Imogen eyed him up. He looked so hot! He wore a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black trousers. His usually neat hair was messy on top like he’d run his hands through it.
Imogen was about to walk over, that was until a pretty blonde stepped in front, getting Grey’s attention. Feeling like an idiot Imogen walked back to the bar.
“Is that him?” Al asked.
“Yes. Get me another white wine please.” Imogen says.
“Looks like he didn’t even notice you,” Al says pouring the wine.
“He notices me all right, he just chooses to pretend not to,” Imogen says taking the glass of wine.
“Not from where I am standing. He didn’t look at you once.” Al said with sympathy.
Imogen sighed. “You know you’re probably right; he hates me.”
“Who is he anyway?” Al said.
“Nobody just another arsehole,” Imogen said and then drank a sip of wine.
“Okay. Well, forget about him.” Al paused. “Well, I say that but he is coming over here with that woman.”
“Fucking great!” Imogen says under her breath. This was all she needed.
Grey stood in front of the bar. “Can I have a shot of rum and a small glass of red wine?”
Imogen looked, but Grey’s eyes didn’t turn it was like he was completely ignoring her.
“Sure, coming up,” Al said.
“Thank you so much for the drink.” The woman said with a flirty grin.
Grey nodded and passed the woman her drink. “Shall we go and sit?” Grey asked.
The woman smiled and they walked to the table a few feet from the bar.
Half an hour later Imogen had drunk 6 glasses of white wine, and the effects were beginning to take over. She felt giddy and a little light-headed, and she was most definitely drunk.
A man walked over to the bar and approached Imogen. “Hi.”
“Hello,” Imogen says flashing the man a flirty grin.
“Want to get out of here?” The man asked.
“Sure,” Imogen replied and took the man’s hand.
Grey watched the man pull a stumbling Imogen down the hallway towards the toilets. Grey frowned and stood abruptly from his chair. “I won’t be long.”
The man backed Imogen into a wall down the far end of the hallway. His lips came to hers in desperate rough kisses. Imogen pulled the man closer rubbing herself against him. The man’s lips came to Imogen’s chest kissing and sucking her cleavage. Imogen moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. Wrapping Imogen’s leg around his waist the man ran his hand up Imogen's thigh, grabbing her arse.
Grey walked down the hallway, and he stopped when he saw what was going on. Grey took the man by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him back from Imogen.
“What the fuck are you doing?” The man said turning around with a furious look on his face.
“Can you not see that the lady isn’t in any state to consent to this?” Grey said furiously.
“I asked she said yes.” The man replied.
“I don’t care if she said yes, she is drunk she doesn’t know what she is saying,” Grey said with anger. “Get out of here before I knock you into that wall!”
The man took notice and left.
“You ruin everything!” Imogen blurted out.
“I am not about to let some man take advantage of you,” Grey said holding out his hand. “Come on, I will ring you a taxi and take you home.”
Imogen took Grey’s hand and leaned into him as they walked outside through the backway.
****
“Where are your keys?” Grey asked Imogen.
“Here,” Imogen says taking her keys from her dress pocket.
Grey took the keys and unlocked the door, he walked into the flat with Imogen holding onto his arm.
“Go and get in bed,” Grey said placing the keys on Imogen’s coffee table.
“I need your help; can you please unzip my dress?” Imogen said slurring her words.
Grey gave a loud sigh, and then quickly unzipped the dress.
“Thank you,” Imogen said before walking off to her bedroom.
Imogen pulled on a long t-shirt and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over her.
“Are you decent?” He asked as he knocked on the bedroom door.
“Yes. You can come in.” Imogen said.
Grey stepped into the room and, placed a glass of water and some paracetamol on the bedside table.
“You really are a gentleman,” Imogen said turning to face Grey.
“Not really. Now go to sleep, Miss Myers.” Grey said.
“Wait!” Imogen said grabbing out to reach his arm.
“What do you need?” Grey asked.
“I have had a crush on you since last year, but I think it is more than that,” Imogen said slowly, trying to get her words out. She had never told him this, and her drunken state came out with anything.
Grey sighed deeply. “It is just infatuation, it will pass.”
Imogen’s voice was a whisper. “No, you’re wrong, Grey, but I have a love/hate relationship with you. I think you hate me.” Imogen said still holding onto Grey’s arm.
Grey pulled himself away and sat down on the bed. “I don’t hate you.”
“You always pick on me in class.” Imogen said in an accusatory tone.
“I pick on you in class, because I want to see you do your best.” He responded.
“That is the most bullshit thing I have ever heard,” Imogen said in an annoyed tone.
“You were also one of my best students, you had the highest grades in the class. Now you're in the bottom.” It disappointed him.
Imogen placed her hand in Greys. “Really?”
“Yes, you are a very intelligent woman. You can do a lot better than what you are.” He believed it.
Imogen closed her eyes; she was getting sleepy. “You look so sexy tonight, I like it. Want you so bad.” She whispered trying her best to be seductive.
“No. I am going.” Grey said letting go of Imogen’s hand and he walked out of the bedroom.
****
Grey lifted the red-headed woman in the toilet stall, pounding hard into her pussy. The woman moaned and began to kiss his neck.
“Don’t kiss me.” He said in an angry tone.
Grey turned the woman around gripping her thighs and fucking her hard from behind. He then came into the condom.
****
Imogen opened the letter that had come through her door. Her heart pounded in her chest as she read what the letter said: Eviction notice!
Imogen didn’t understand, she had asked her landlord if she could pay double the rent next week. Her landlord didn’t care, he just wanted the money no matter how hard she struggled.
Imogen ripped the letter up and waited until Caitlin came to pick her up.
*****
Professor Thompson came out of his office, and Imogen stopped him. “What do you need Miss Myers? I need to get back home.”
“Does the job offer still stand?” Imogen asked desperately.
Chapter 9
I really don’t envy you.
Professor Thompson opened his office door. “Come on in Miss Myers.”
Imogen stepped foot into the office and sat on the chair in front of the desk.
Professor Thompson leant himself against his desk. “What made you change your mind?”
“I am going to get kicked out of my flat. I got an eviction notice this morning.” Imogen says with embarrassment.
“Have you not been paying your rent?” Professor Thompson asked.
“Yes, I usually do, but I missed one week's rent, and I asked if I could pay double next time. My landlord said yes, but he lied and is now kicking me out.” Imogen replied.
Professor Thompson gave a deep glare. “That is against the law, he cannot kick you out after not paying one week's rent.”
“I know.” Imogen sighed.
“It is a live-in job, so I guess it doesn’t matter that you are going to be evicted,” Grey says.
Imogen gave a perturbed look. “It does matter because I will not be living with you forever.”
“No, you won’t. Though when the time comes, I will help you find somewhere to live.” Professor Thompson says.
“Okay. So does that mean I get a lift to and from university every day with you?” Imogen asked.
“Yes, you will.” Grey nods.
“What will everyone think about this though?” Imogen questions.
“Nothing because I will tell them the truth.” Professor Thompson said. About the job, not about them living together he thought.
“So do I have the job?” Imogen asks.
“You have the job. I will take you home to pack your things, then I will give you a tour of the house.” Professor Thompson says.
Imogen stood. “Thank you, thank you so much.” She then took a step forward and kissed Professor Thompson’s cheek.
“Less of that Miss Myers!” He scolded.
“Yes Professor,” Imogen said with a slight grin.
****
I have nearly finished packing, but what should I do with my other stuff?” Imogen asked Grey.
“Take what you need, I will sort the rest out, just leave it to me,” Grey said standing in the living room.
“Can I call you Grey at work and around your home?” Imogen said throwing some clothing into a cardboard box.
“Yes, but at university, it is still Professor Thompson.” He states.
“Cool. Right, that is me done.” Imogen says.
Grey took the boxes from Imogen and they stepped out into the hallway.
“I didn’t know you were moving out?” Parker said walking into the hallway.
“I have a new job now,” Imogen said.
Parker smiled. “I guess I can’t come over for those drinks now. By the way, the person who constantly pressed the intercom; turns out it was just some drunken idiot.”
“Okay, thanks for letting me know.” Imogen gave Parker a flirty grin. “I am sure we can easily meet up for a drink.”
“You know what I would like that,” Parker says his lips quirking to the side in a flirty grin.
“Or you know I could come over to yours, stay the night?” Imogen says biting her lip.
“I wouldn’t say no to that.” He speaks.
Grey started to become impatient. “Are you going to be here all night?”
Parker looked at Grey and pointed towards him. “Is this your dad?”
Grey furrowed his brows together and gave an angry look.
Imogen laughed. “No, he is my new boss.”
“Right okay. I will see you later.” Parker said.
“Bye, Parker.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” Grey asked starting the car.
“No, he isn’t,” Imogen answered.
“Good, the man seems like an imbecile,” Grey said coldly.
Imogen laughed sarcastically. “You don’t even know the guy.”
“I saw him for a few minutes, that is long enough to know that he is an imbecile,” Grey replied and his tone was harsh.
“Wow, you really are a dick,” Imogen responded.
Grey said nothing because he knew it was true, the thing was he didn’t give a damn.
*****
Grey opened the large brown door to his manor. “Shoes must be taken off straight away.” He says taking his shoes off and leaving them on the shoe rack.
Imogen did the same.
Imogen stared in amazement at the high ceilings of the foyer and the large plants that stood on either side of the door.
Grey stood in front of Imogen walking down the long hallway, he started to speak. “Lounge area is to your left, kitchen and dining room are at the far end of the hallway. You will work in the evenings as soon as you get back from university; until 8 pm at night. Dinner will be at 8:30 pm every night unless I say otherwise. Saturdays you will work 8 am until 6 pm with a one-hour break for lunch. Sunday is your day off. Any questions?”
“Is dinner the same every night?” Imogen asked trying her best to keep up with Grey’s footsteps.
“On Saturday and Sundays, it is at 6:30 pm,” Grey answered.
Grey began to walk up the marble stairs, a red velvet carpet ran through the middle of it, and it felt soft on Imogen’s feet. When they got to the top of the stairs, they turned to the left.
“Here is the bathroom,” Grey said pointing to the door on the left.
They walked further down the hallway until they came to another room.
“This is your room,” Grey said opening the door.
The room wasn’t overly sized, though it wasn’t small either. The walls had a wooden décor look; a double bed sat in the middle of the room on a wooden floor and there was a walk-in closet near the back wall.
“There is no television,” Imogen said looking around the room.
Grey frowned and shook his head as if Imogen was a silly little girl. “Bedrooms are for sleeping in not for watching television.”
“Amongst other things,” Imogen said sitting on the bed. “So let me guess you are against television?”
“I have a television; it is downstairs in the lounge,” Grey said.
“I guess you are a little normal after all,” Imogen says sarcastically.
Grey shook his head again before walking out of the room. “The room opposite yours is my room.”
“Can I see?” Imogen smiled.
Grey opened the door to his bedroom. “Here, but don’t think you can come in here anytime you like.” He said in a cold tone.
The room was similar to Imogen’s except it was bigger. The décor was silvers and gold, the bed was king-sized with a bedside table and a walk-in closet was at the back wall.
Grey showed the rest of the manor to Imogen, which included: A study, a shower room, another guest bedroom, a library and the back garden.
“I will be in my study if you need me,” Grey said walking off leaving Imogen to unpack her things.
“Thanks for the help not,” Imogen said under her breath.
“Hi, Caitlin,” Imogen says picking up the phone.
“I can’t believe you took the job!” Caitlin says with surprise.
“I had no other choice, Caitlin,” Imogen said sitting down on the bed.
“Couldn’t you ask Scott or your Mum?” Caitlin said.
“No way, I want to show them that I can get on with my life, not rely on them for everything,” Imogen replied.
“I really don’t envy you; having Professor Thompson for a boss as well as a Professor,” Caitlin remarks.
“Yeah, it will be fun,” Imogen responded sardonically.
“What is his house like?” Caitlin asked.
“Nice, big you know the usual,” Imogen says now resting her head against the pillows.
Imogen stood from the bed, opened the walk-in closet and began to throw her socks onto the shelves. “He didn’t even bother to help me unpack. I mean how rude is that?”
“Maybe he was busy?” Caitlin says.
“Even if he was, one box couldn’t have been too much trouble,” Imogen said now unpacking her lingerie. She held up a black lacy number admiring it. This will come in handy, she thought to herself.
“Yeah true, but what can you expect the guy is an arsehole.” Caitlin states.
“Exactly, I shouldn’t have expected anything,” Imogen says closing the doors to the walk-in closet. “Anyway, I will speak later.”
