The Neighbor #4 (The Neighbor Romance Series - Book #4) (9 page)

“I have met with you each individually, and I have
also had the chance to meet with your mother.” The dean looked at me.
“Quite a colorful woman.”

The comment pissed me off because I knew he didn’t
mean it as a compliment. I wanted to show him a bit of color. I wanted to smack
the smug smile off his face so that he would bleed all over his gray suit.
I
was snapped back to reality when Ryder started to speak.

“I hope you have come to some sort of conclusion,
Dean.
I
can deal with this mess, but you’re putting
Jenna’s future at risk. She had no way of knowing that her choice of a golf
instructor would land her in this predicament. Imagine the stress put on her.”

“We have completed our investigation. It seems that
we have insufficient evidence to prove that you’re involved in any sort of
inappropriate relationship.”

“Yes!” I interrupted.

Both Ryder and the dean looked at me—I shut up.

“It seems that the parties who reported seeing you
were not reliable sources. We obtained this information from an unnamed source.
It sent our investigation in another direction and the two of you
were exonerated
. Professor Curran, you will be reinstated
immediately as an assistant professor for the remainder of the semester. You
will be teaching Human Sexuality along with Professor Flynn. He has done a
wonderful job in your absence. Next semester you will be teaching human
sexuality. We have decided to monitor your class by keeping Flynn by your side.
As far as you go, Ms. Walsh. You will begin next semester as a new student. We
will reimburse you for this semester. You
will be allowed
back on campus in the spring and you will be assigned new housing. Your records
will be cleaned
of this matter. We cannot dictate who
you choose as a golf instructor, Ms. Walsh, or who you choose to teach golf,
Professor Curran. Please be aware, however, that any romantic relationship
between a professor and a student
is prohibited
.
Consider this a final warning for such behavior. Do you have any comments or
questions?”

“When or if I resume teaching, I’m not allowed to
have a romantic relationship with any student at this university?” Ryder asked.

“That is correct.
Whether he or
she is your student or not.”
Dean Meadows folded his hands.

Ryder repositioned himself in his chair. A smile
began to form. It was unlike any other I had seen.

“I plan to take my clean record and my stellar
reputation as an excellent educator and quit.
I
think
my skills will be better served on the golf course. I have wanted to say this
for a very long time—take this job and shove it.”

The dean and I were speechless.
I
was astounded at the words that came out of Ryder’s mouth and I hoped he wasn’t
running off some high. The good news of the previous day may have clouded his
judgment. It sure was sexy seeing him stand up to authority. It was straight
out of the movies. I didn’t know how to react and I decided to hold back my
impulse to drop out.

“I don’t think you have made a prudent choice, Mr.
Curran, but I wish you luck.” Dean Meadows’ hands were shaking. “You can make
an appointment with human resources to finalize your separation. And you can
contact administration Jenna. I assume you will be returning to South
Carolina?”

“I will weigh my options.” I smiled.

Ryder and I walked out of the office. Neither of us
said a word. The smile on Ryder’s face said everything. We walked down the
steps of Pratt Hall and Ryder grasped my hand.

“Let them read my fucking body language now.” Ryder
kissed me passionately on the mouth. “I don’t know what just happened in there,
Jenna, but it feels right. I have a second chance at life and I’m going to make
it count.
I
just can’t tolerate being told how to lead
my life. Life is too short to waste any more time. What are you doing tonight?”

“I think I’m hanging out with my next door
neighbor?”

“Damn right you are. No movies tonight. We have had
enough drama in our own lives.”

“Let’s start on the sequel.”

Ryder sat down on a bench.

“Are you tired, Ryder? What’s up?” I asked.

“I just have to get this stupid divot replacer out
of my shoe. I had it in here for good luck. I think it worked.” Ryder smiled.

“I still can’t believe you quit your job. You’re
definitely moving now, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not.”

“But how will you pay for everything?”

“I sold a business, Jenna. All that stuff about
child support and my mortgage was lies. I was upset because I enjoy teaching,
but I realized I could be a golf instructor.”

“You’re rich. That explains a lot.”

“I guess…but I’ll see you tonight, okay? I’m going
to stop by my office and pick up my shit. Drive safe.” Ryder kissed me.

****

I floated back to my car to find Max leaning against
my vehicle.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I called your mom and she told me where you’d be.
How’d things go with the Mean Dean?” Max asked with a smile.

“I’m no longer expelled and Ryder got his job
back—but he quit. You don’t look surprised, Max. Did you have something to do
with this? What, Max? What the hell did you have to do with this? You can’t
keep a secret from me of all people.” I punched Max on the arm.

“Ouch. That hurt. I let the dean know that the three
bitches from class were a bunch of cackling jealous hens. Valerie couldn’t have
me and she knew we were close friends. She thought she would get to me by
hurting you. I also told the board that there was nothing salacious going on
between you and Ryder. As your BFF, hope Sayler doesn’t mind sharing the title,
I would know. Kelly and I felt compelled to do something.”

“Wow, you can share the title of BFF with Sayler. I
can’t believe you did that for me. I will have to give a big thanks to Kelly.
Wait a minute—since when have you and Kelly become friends? Max, am I missing
something here?” I asked.

“Duh, you have been so busy with lover boy that you
haven’t even noticed that Kelly from Kansas and I have been hooking up. We are
both applying to the foreign exchange program. It worked out great. It has been
going on for months.”

“You rat. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Like you and Ryder, we
kinda
liked the secretive thing.”

“Did you have something to do with Kelly getting rid
of her dog breath? I was dropping hints like crazy and nothing worked. What’d
you do?

“I simply said,
Kelly,
your breath stinks
. No biggie.”

I gave Max a big bear hug.

“Kelly is a lucky girl.”

“I know, Jenna. I think you and Ryder have some
celebrating to do.”

“I’ll see ya later, Max. You’re right, we do have
something planned.” I winked and drove back to Lewis Ave.

Chapter
Ten

I skipped the knocker and walked into Ryder’s home.
It was dark except for candles that he had placed everywhere. He was wearing a
pair of loose black sweats and a grey t-shirt. He had poured us champagne and
there was a plate of fresh shrimp on the table. A cup with toothpicks sat next
to the seafood.

“You thought of everything,” I said.

“I wanted it to be perfect, like you. From the
moment, you stabbed me with that toothpick at the club, I was a goner. I didn’t
care how old you were or if I was your professor. I just knew I had to have
you.”

Ryder fell to his knees. He started by removing my
black strappy sandals and kissing my red toes. I purred in ecstasy, as I knew
where he was going. His hands guided his mouth up my inner legs to my thighs.
He took the time to nibble as he made his way to my warm pussy.

Ryder gently laid me down on the dining room floor.
With a single pull of my skirt’s sash he removed it. Every move was slow and
deliberate. He placed his muscular tongue inside of me. He poked and prodded
with his lips and tongue as he covered every inch of space. I started secreting
juices all over his mouth, which he lapped up in pleasure. To him, it was
nectar. He reached my clitoris and he rubbed hard and fast. I nearly peaked and
he slowed down. He repeatedly pushed me to the edge of climax until, finally, I
screamed in pleasure.

“Bedroom?”

I didn’t need words; I led him to the bedroom and
pulled off his pants. We were both naked, finally. I pushed Ryder down on the
bed and pushed his hands back. I saw the tie he had worn earlier sitting by the
bed. I glanced back at him.

“Yes.”

Ryder put his hands against the headboard and I
tightly secure his hands. I kissed his mouth and tickled him lightly on the
balls. He grew hard in anticipation for my mouth on his cock. I made it down
below his waist and licked around his groin finally placing my mouth around his
penis. I sucked hard and slowly moved my head up and down. His groaning turned
to screaming. He was unable to move his arms, so he started gyrating
uncontrollably. Finally, he came all over me. I rubbed his juices down my neck
and around my nipples. He was still unable to move his hands – we spoke with
our eyes.

I untied Ryder’s hands.

“You’re amazing.”

We fell asleep, but woke up an hour later. I was on
top as he penetrated me. Our bodies rising like one. It was a perfect lovers’
fit. Our naked bodies slapped together, making music that suited both our
styles. We rose and fell together until the next morning when the sun shined
through his windows.

We
were entwined
in each
other’s bodies. Neither of us
were
making an effort to
get up.

“Forget the lake and everything else.
I
feel alive right now. You are my life, Jenna Walsh.”

I smiled at Ryder. All he had left to say were the
words I had waited to hear.

“I love you, Jenna.”
  

The
End

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