She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 367: Professor Sterling

Alex navigated the hushed administrative hallway, where the oppressive quiet stood in sharp opposition to the lively chaos he'd abandoned in the quad.

Arriving at Tisha’s office, he barged right in without hesitation or a courtesy knock.

Tisha drowned in stacks of faculty documents, her heavy glasses balanced on her nose while she jotted notes into a ledger.

Bathed in the gentle office glow, she appeared surprisingly adorable, her forehead creased in an uncommon burst of intense scholarly concentration.

Alex circled behind her, casting his shadow across the desk before encircling her waist with his arms and drawing her firmly against his torso.

"Ahh!"

She jolted in surprise, a faint gasp slipping out, yet the stiffness melted away the moment she sensed his recognizable warmth.

Relaxing backward into him, she let her head fall onto his shoulder, her form naturally yielding to his presence.

"Lock the door, you arrogant bastard," Tisha whispered sharply, her order softened by how comfortably she nestled in his hold.

Her eyes darted nervously to the office entrance, the sole barrier shielding her standing from the bustling faculty hallway beyond.

"I have an image to maintain. Anyone could walk in and see this... this atrocity. Have you no shame at all?"

"

Alex refused to shift. He pulled her closer, positioning his chin close to her ear.

"Let them," he whispered, his tone a deep, resonant purr. "If it’s a man, he’ll just seethe with envy that I’ve got such a sexy teacher all mine. And if it’s a woman, she’ll envy you for landing a stud like me."

Tisha couldn’t resist; a tiny, reluctant grin pierced her stern facade at his self-absorbed quip.

Twisting a bit within his grasp, she tilted her head up, eyes squinting at him.

"How many bitches did you fuck today?" she demanded, her voice turning into a piercing, perceptive probe.

Alex’s eyes widened briefly, stunned by her sharp knack for detecting traces of other women’s perfume on his skin. A brief, sinister chuckle escaped him.

"Not many."

Before her comeback could land, his palm slid downward between her thighs, landing a crisp, biting smack on her inner leg.

"Sss-ah!" Tisha flinched, a stifled whimper bursting free as her eyes bulged.

Gradually, she craned her neck to peer at him, her stare hardening into a blaming scowl that couldn’t conceal the blazing desire in her depths.

"You haven’t even recovered yourself and you’re already being jealous, huh?" Alex mocked, his fingertips tracing the tender, sore spots he’d strained to exhaustion last night.

Tisha’s breathing stuttered, her cheeks burning scarlet as memories of her surrender surged through her.

"I’m not jealous," she breathed, refusing to retreat. "I’m just... observant."

Alex grinned at her resistance, closing in so his lips grazed her earlobe.

A deep, steady rumble emanated from him against her flesh, followed by a drawn-out kiss that made Tisha’s eyelids drift closed amid a faint, involuntary sigh.

A brisk, steady rapping shattered the tender hush at the door.

Tisha snapped straight, pulse racing wildly. Panic filled her gaze toward Alex as visions of her career crumbled; she hastily straightened her jacket and nudged her glasses upward.

Alex stayed unruffled, like a hunter at ease; he disentangled smoothly, spun around, and sank into the visitor’s seat opposite her desk, adopting a casual, slouched student vibe awaiting grade news.

"Get it together, Professor," he lip-synced with a sly wink, his face morphing into feigned scholarly curiosity.

Tisha glared daggers, vengeance simmering silently even as she battled the rising blush on her throat.

She cleared her throat repeatedly, striving to reclaim the commanding ’Professor Wells’ amid her disarray.

"Come in," she announced at last, her tone impressively firm against her thundering heart.

The door swung open with a groan, revealing Professor Sterling from Finance, his slick, insincere smile fixed in place.

His smirk wavered the instant he spotted Alex sprawled casually in the chair, possessive flares igniting beneath his collegial facade.

"Hello, Professor Sterling," Tisha greeted, slipping into a cool, detached professionalism.

Alex gave a nonchalant, quick nod.

He recognized Sterling; though not from his own field, the guy’s notoriety for chasing young staffers was infamous.

Alex nearly tasted the abrupt wave of animosity pouring from him.

Sterling hadn’t anticipated a student—least of all one so at ease as Alex—chilling in Tisha’s space at his meticulously timed opportunity to advance.

"Mrs. Wells," Sterling cooed, his words laced with phony fatherly affection that grated on Alex.

He pivoted to Alex, looming before clamping a possessive hand on the boy’s shoulder, grip tightening wordlessly.

"And hello, young man. I’ve heard quite a bit about you lately," Sterling drawled condescendingly, bending nearer with narrowed eyes delivering a loaded stare.

"I hope you’re preparing diligently for your exams and not... wasting your time on unnecessary distractions. It would be a shame to see such potential squandered on things that you shouldn’t be focusing on."

Sterling dragged a chair excessively near the desk, aiming to edge Alex aside from the talk.

Ignoring the youth entirely, his gaze roamed Tisha with scarcely veiled lust beneath his scholarly veneer.

"I was just about to head home when I noticed your parking spot was empty," Sterling noted, oozing unwarranted closeness. "I realized you didn’t bring your car today. I thought I’d do you the favor of dropping you off at your place. A woman in your position shouldn’t be waiting around for a cab."

Alex observed silently, a sly, menacing grin creeping across his lips.

The sheer presumption etched into Sterling’s features was clear—the fool genuinely thought his offer irresistible.

Tisha’s expression held steady, though tension crinkled her eye corners.

She knew Sterling’s relentless advances well, even with his wife right there in the building.

"That’s very thoughtful, Mr. Sterling," Tisha responded, her grin icy and barren. "But I wouldn’t want to create a rift between such a ’sweet’ couple. Your wife might not appreciate you playing chauffeur to other faculty members while she’s still stuck in her office."

Sterling’s smirk grew conceited, reading her dig as interest in his home life at last.

"Oh, don’t worry about her. She’ll be late tonight... she still has a mountain of curriculum to finish. Plenty of time for a detour."

Tisha’s face hardened to granite. She reclined, creating intentional space.

"I’ll have to decline, Mr. Sterling. I still have several things to attend to," she stated, glancing deliberately at Alex, "and I’ve already arranged for my own transportation."

Tension crackled through the room. Sterling’s gaze shadowed as it whipped to Alex.

For an instant, doubt flickered—he recalled her entry call sounding oddly winded, overly taut.

Yet he brushed it off swiftly.

He’d chased Tisha for a year plus; she was untouchable, a bastion of ethics. No chance with a student.

Sterling rose, donning an air of affronted dignity, eyes still hunting. Rejection wasn’t defeat to him, just a pause in his pursuit.

"A pity," Sterling sighed, adjusting his pricey jacket. "I’d hate to think of you overworking yourself, Tisha. But I admire your dedication... it’s one of the many things I find... compelling about you."

Sterling rose, face etched with feigned hurt. He gripped Alex’s shoulder once more, cloaked as motivation but reeking of warning.

"Study hard for those exams, son. Wouldn’t want you to waste the Professor’s valuable time," he growled.

He cast Tisha a final, protracted glance—the gaze of one unaccustomed to refusal—then spun away.

"Goodbye, Tisha. Don’t work too late."

The door latched, expelling Professor Sterling at last, trailed by his cloying cologne and smug aura.

Alex stayed mute. He lifted from the chair and approached the door. Now, he didn’t merely shut it; he engaged the deadbolt with a decisive twist.

The bolt’s resounding clunk reverberated, sealing off the exterior realm completely.

Tisha observed, her stiff Professor Wells shell dissolving.

A light, winded giggle bubbled from her as she sank into her seat, eyes alight with impish glee.

"Jealous, aren’t we?" she ribbed, voice lilting teasingly. She fiddled with her glasses, following his return.

"I didn’t realize the ’my man’ felt threatened by a Finance professor in a tailored suit."