Page 30 of Bad Professor

“I am no man.” A female voice, and I can’t help the shiver of fear that hits my balls. I knew there would be women in this class but I hoped that maybe—

Another murmur in the middle. “You okay over there?” I take a few steps in that direction where a few students are huddled around a girl. A woman.

They sit back and I see… blonde hair.

Two hands gripping a laptop to her chest so tightly that I can’t see the measurements of the chest but I think…

A white face, and an expression of horror.

It’s Tilly.

Right here, in my class.

Tilly is one of my students.

Jesue fucking Christ.

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Tilly

It must be a joke.

When he walked in, I thought it was some kind of joke.

I asked the guy beside me—he looked no older than Jade, with long hair that desperately needed a cut and couldn’t meet my eyes—what class this was.

He had to ask his friend, and then someone farther down the row pulled up the code.

It is the right class—the History of Fantasy Literature and the Rise of Tolkien, taught by D. Maclean. This is the class I signed up for, the one that I’ve been so excited to take.

And now I find out that Dexter is the professor.

He’s staring at me with the same expression of shock that I must have on my face.

Not only is Dexter the man I had a one-night-stand with but now he’s going to be teaching me the history of the fantasy genre.

Dexter has been my fantasy for the last few days. I’ve touched myself thinking about him, and now…

Can he see it on my face?

Dexter’s expression softens and he nods at me, but no other reaction. How did he do that? How can he look at me after what we did, and nod?

Obviously he’s so used to this that it doesn’t faze him.

It’s fazing me. I’m very fazed.

Dexter turns away from me, facing the other side, prompting more students to call out their favourite quotes from the movie.

I want to crawl under my seat but that would only bring more attention to me. Already, a few students are glancing over with expressions of curiosity.

I’m the oldest person in the class.

And the only one who has had sex with the professor.

I’m only guessing on both of those but it really feels like it. Only one would make me feel incredibly out of place. Out of my comfort zone. But two?

I take a few deep breaths and try to focus on what Dexter is saying.

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