Excerpt – Meet the Professor
“Please close the door,” he said as he put his satchel down next to his desk.
I closed the door and turned to his bookshelf because I couldn’t look at him. Not yet anyway. Just being in that small space alone with him was causing all kinds of scenarios to run through my head. Scenarios I shouldn’t be thinking about because he’s my professor.
“Do I make you nervous, Ms. Blake?” I heard from behind me.
I turned to see him standing only a foot away, arms folded across his chest and his eyes focused on me.
“N…no,” I stuttered like an idiot. I couldn’t focus with him being so close to me. I looked to see if there was a seat for me to sit in, but there was nothing, only the one behind his desk.
“Do you find me attractive?” he asked, his voice deep with want.
My cheeks flushed. What? “No,” I tried to say convincingly.
He smirked. “So if I told you I wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you right now, what would you say?”
My mouth hung open in shock and I knew at any moment I’d feel my panties getting wet. Just the thought made my breathing pick up a notch.
“I’d say that was entirely inappropriate,” I finally managed to say.
He laughed. “Because you have a boyfriend?”
“Because you are my professor,” I stated.
My reply made him smile. “So, the boyfriend doesn’t matter then?” he asked.
He inched his way closer to me, causing me to take a step back. My back was met with the bookcase and my eyes widened as he filled the empty space between us.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. His smell was overpowering my senses, and I could feel my lower half clench.
I needed to get control of myself. “We broke up,” I confessed as I gazed into his eyes. It was a bad move on my part. I knew his eyes were beautiful, but since I was so close they looked like the ocean on a bright sunny afternoon. I wanted to dive in and get lost for days.
“Ms. Blake, would you rather I not be your professor?”
“W…what?” I asked, shaking myself out of my fantasy. “No, I have to take this class.”
“And you will. But I’m giving you the option to transfer to another professor. I can make that happen for you if it would make you feel more comfortable.” I looked at him confused. Did I want to have a different professor? He leaned down to my ear, bracing himself with the bookshelf, and rubbed his lips against my ear lobe. “This is going to happen, princess. I knew it from the moment I saw you.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
