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and found it amusing. Nevaeh chuckled as she got up and sauntered out of the office.
    “Are you ok?” Hillary asked , as he plopped down in his seat.
    “What?” he asked , looking up to her obviously spaced out.
    “Are you ok?” she repeated , slower this time.
    “Fine.” He smiled fakely. “Just—you’re dismissed.”
    Frowning, she turned and left him alone in the room. The moment she closed the door, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed Adam. After a few rings, he answered.
    “Mr. Pussy whipped, what’s up?” he heard, Adam laugh on the other end.
    “ Adam I need to talk to you, like right now.” He insisted, seriously.
    “You piss Kate off again already?” Adam replied , sarcastically.
    “No! This is serious.” He replied , whispering into the phone.
    “What is it?” Adam asked , intently.
    “The stripper from the club—”
    “Oh my God, you’re still talking about her? Dude, you didn’t cheat so what’s the problem? It’s not like you’re going to see her again.” Adam said bluntly.
    “That’ s just it. She just walked into my office a minute ago.” He explained.
    “Wait, what?! Is she stalking you?” Adam asked seriously now.
    “No, she’s my new student.” Mitchell barked.
    Adam went quiet for a moment and Mitchell waited for a reaction. No more than a minute later, Adam had erupted into a ball of laughter.
    “It’s not fuckin’ funny. I’m going to go to jail or something! I’m like a pedophile.” Mitchell insisted.
    “Dude, re-lax! You didn’t sleep with her, and all you got to do is keep your distance. I got to get going. Call me later.” Adam replied, hanging up.
    Sucking in a breath, Mitchell tried to stay calm. Opening the file, he began reading everything about Nevaeh. The first thing that stood out was the fact that she was eighteen. That made him feel a little better. She was a senior, and a straight A student. She deserved to be in his honors program. Frowning, learning that only put a billion questions in his head. Why she was a stripper of all things was the first one to jump out.
       Maybe Adam was right, there was no reason to fear the girl. So what if they played a little tonsil hockey, that didn’t mean a damn thing. He had no clue she was only eighteen, and it was at a mutual place for Christ sakes. She knew how old he was and still insisted on seducing him. Nothing more had to come of the situation. He was determined to keep it professional, just like any other relationship he had with his students.
    A few hours had passed and Mitchell had gone on with his daily routine. Looking at his watch, he saw it was almost twelve. Taking a lunch break wasn’t really his thing unless he was going to check on a few students. Yawning, he stretched as he heard a knock on the door. Looking up, he saw the door open slightly before Kate slipped into the room. She was bleached blonde, with brown eyes that was covered by dark Gucci shades. Her lips were full from Botox, and were sporting a bright red lipstick. She had on a black pea coat and her hair was swept back in a bun. She was a model who was working hard to be well known. He smiled brightly as she closed the door behind her. Getting up, he walked over to her and went for a hug, but she gave him her cheek instead.
    Kissing it, he swallowed as she walked past him to his desk. She was carrying a Louis Vuitton bag that he’d brought her over the weekend. Checking his desk, she saw her headshot sitting there in a frame. She’d given it to him for his birthday a few months earlier and demanded he put it in his office. She wanted everyone to know that he belonged to her. Taking her sunglasses off, she looked over to him.
    “Did you come to have lunch with me?” he smiled slightly.
    “No.” she scoffed curt, as she shook her head. “I need to borrow your credit card.”
    “But I got you your own.” He insisted as his smile dropped.
    “Mines are maxed.” She replied nonchalantly. “Give me yours.” She said