Professor F novel Chapter 19

“Do you trust me?"

August could feel the seriousness in Flynn’s voice when he asked her. She nodded while looking straight into his eyes. "Yes."

He smiled, looking glad hearing her answer. After a few minutes, a black limousine stops in front of them. A man in his thirties wearing a black suit comes out of the driver's seat. He has a well shaven petit handlebar mustache, reminds her of those ancient aristocrats.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Ferguson." Hugo greeted Flynn.

"Bonsoir, Hugo. C'est Augustine Peters. Elle sera avec moi ce soir." Flynn introduces her.

Hugo bows his head as a greeting. "Bonsoir, Madame Peters. Hugo à votre service. Ravi de vous rencontrer."

Oh, that's a basic greeting in French! I should know this much because of that family vacation in Paris. She smiled and bows her head, too. "Heureux de vous rencontrer aussi."

Hugo and Flynn looked surprised to know that she could say a greeting in French.

Hugo then opened the door for them. Flynn gets inside after her. As the limousine starts moving, she looked around and found the limousine’s interior luxurious with lavish and plush leather used and there are bench seats that run lengthwise. It has a state-of-the-art entertainment systems and climate controls to custom lighting and a small part is set for beverages and chocolates enclosed a fiberglass cabinet with ice cubes and cooling system.

"Wow." She whispered. "You own this?"

"Family owns it." He answered while he types on his phone again.

She glanced on his phone screen discreetly. Flynn looked at her smiling. "I'm not texting other girls, August. Don't worry. I'm all yours."

She blushed. "I wasn't—That's not what I was—" She looked away.

He puts his phone back to his pocket and clasped their fingers together. "Just told Lucia to prepare our dinner at my loft. She's a chef." He explained further when she looked at him with a questioning look.

She nodded and she feels a little excited and happy with what's happening tonight. Having him hold her hand inside a very expensive car.

Boy, this guy is really something!

"Is Stella staying there, too?" She's curious.

He smiled. "No, August. My sister doesn't even know that place. It's my personal private place. Even my parents don't go there."

"You mean you never told them?"

"Well, I never told them but they for sure know about it. They usually hire—" He stops and clears his throat. "My parents are very concerned about where my sister and I go. I guess they know I want my own space to escape from society sometimes."

"Huh! I can understand that. You getting too much attention from women, you probably really need that kind of escape for sure." She laughed shortly.

He chuckled on his throat. "Yeah. You can say that, I guess."

"How conceited! You're lucky your parents got good genes and you're this good looking!" She rolled her eyes at him.

"Do you like good looking guys?"

She cleared her throat and looked away, blushing. "Well, yeah. I mean, that's normal for any girl."

"I'm asking if you like me, August." He rephrases his question.

She looked at him, still blushing and not realizing that she's starting to tighten her grip on his hand. He slightly moved his hand. "You're holding too tight. Was that question making you tense?"

"S—Sorry." She loosens her grip.

He chuckled again. "Can you answer my question now?"

She clears her throat. "I think I—" She looked at him and was surprised when his lips touched hers. He moves away a little and she finished her sentence. "—do."

"You think? How about after this?" He asked before cupping her face in his hands and kissed her lips again, opened his mouth and used his tongue to taste the sweetness inside her mouth.

She parted her lips and closed her eyes. She could smell his minty breath and she felt like she's drowning in his kiss. After a few seconds, she learned to dance with the rhythm of his kiss and responded to him passionately. She moaned unintentionally when she felt him sucking and biting her tongue and lips gently.

They were gasping for breath when he stopped. "So?" He asked.

She felt a tingling feeling on her spine and she clasped her thighs together as she felt the excitement built inside her just by his expert kisses. She looked into his eyes and she could tell it mirrors the same desire she has in hers.

Amazing!

It only took a few minutes reaching his loft despite being on the top level of this high rise building unlike their 6-story apartment elevators. The waiting line on the ground floor and the time spent for the tenants to step out of the lift would take you more than five minutes sometimes especially if it's during the busy hours of the day.

But Flynn's private place seem to cater only to a whole different level of rich people. Like the crazy rich elite!

He's this rich?! It’s probably why he could just quit his job like that! But why would he even want to work and stay in that 6 story apartment if he have this kind of lifestyle?

She steals a glance from him. He’s quiet when he stepped out of the lift while holding her hand.

What kind of person are you, really Flynn Ferguson?

She looked around as they enter his loft after stepping out of the elevators. The marbled floor clicks as his oxfords touch it.

A woman in her mid thirties greets them with a smile. Her blonde hair tied in a neat bun and her blue eyes warmly looked at her like she's a sight for sore eyes.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Ferguson. Your dinner is ready." She announces.

Flynn smiles at her. It seemed like Lucia is like Flynn’s good elder sister. "I told you to drop the formalities." He chuckled softly. "Thanks, Lucia. This is Augustine Peters." Flynn simply introduced both of them to each other and Lucia reached out to her to give her a warm hug.

"It's so nice to see you, sweetheart." She looked at Flynn. "I'm glad to see you again, Flynn." She said as if she meant something more with what she said and looked at her again. "I'll leave you now and enjoy your dinner."

She looked at Lucia leaving and the lift closes when she faced Flynn again but he was already crossing the distance between them and kissed her lips as he carried her from her hips and pinned her to the marbled wall.

She gasped and responded to his hungry kiss. She placed her hands on his shoulders and she moaned when she felt his hardness brushing against her panties. Oh God!

"T—The food will get cold." She tried to tell him between their kisses.

"Are you sure you want to have dinner first?" He asked while gasping for breath. "I want you, August."

She looked into his eyes and she felt blood rushing to her cheeks as she felt his hardness pushing on her center. She felt her panties starting to get damp, the excitement between her legs she cannot hide anymore.

"I—I want you, too." She whispered as she pulls his face for a kiss.