Page 16 of Forbidden Professor

She just continues as if I hadn’t spoken. “Seriously, it should be a crime to be that much of a hunk. I can’t decide whether I like looking at his face or his ass more.”

“Ladies!” Carter booms. My eyes go wide as I look down at him where he stands in the middle of the room. Fifty pairs of eyes are suddenly on us. Carter looks agitated, slightly angry. Instead of intimidating me, though, I feel wetness seeping between my thighs. “Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?”

I could die of embarrassment right here and now. Turning bright red, I shake my head. Vi doesn’t even appear ruffled, tossing her inky black hair. How can she be so cool all the time, I wonder?

“No, professor!” she calls, her voice a high sing-songy twinkle. “I was just asking Eve for a pen. Mine ran out of ink.”

Carter’s dark gaze focuses on us for a second, narrowing slightly. “Ask more discreetly in the future. You are distracting the entire class.”

I hear the distinct snicker of someone just behind me. I’m going to kill Vi as soon as class is over. If I could get any lower in my desk without falling out of it, I would.

Vi salutes him with two fingers to her temple. “Aye aye, captain. Won’t happen again.”

With a shake of his head, Carter goes back to his lecture. “What was I was saying? Ah, yes. In the human microbiome…”

I try to focus on the lecture. It should be easy… Just close my eyes or only look at my notes. It should be no problem. I’ve successfully not slept with tons of professors.

But my eyes keep wandering up to Carter, finding him again and again. Thinking about how amazing his chest and abs looked when I saw them last weekend. Having my thoughts wander against my will, as I admire his large frame.

God, I can almost feel his hands on my body, making me bite my lip with anticipation… A rustle of paper startles me from my lustful thoughts. I widen my eyes and sit up a little straighter as Violet slides a folded up square of paper onto my desk. Looking at her, I frown.

But she just nods at the piece of paper, raising a brow, and then returns to paying attention to the lecture. I look around stealthily, then quietly unfold the paper.

You aren’t paying attention to this lecture. Are you trying to imagine Dr. Morgan doing dirty things to you?

Flushing, I look at Vi. But she just ignores me, pretending to focus on what Carter is saying. She’s even taking notes. I look back down at the note, angry at being caught out. I scribble a message to her.

No!!!! Will you stop? I’m trying to pay attention but it’s already hard enough because Dr. Morgan is so boring!!

I fold it and pass it back. Vi sends me a wicked look as she opens the note. Then she suppresses a giggle and scrawls something on the note. She hands the note to me once more, not even trying to pretend she’s stealthy this time.

I look forward, keeping my eyes trained on Carter for a full minute before I give in and unfold the note. When I glance down I blush immediately.

You are so hot for Dr. Morgan, you can’t even hide it. You wish he would bend you over that desk of his and have his way with you. Just admit it.

I’m so shocked I can barely compute. She’s right of course, but that doesn’t make it okay to even put it out there in the universe.

Carter is totally, completely off limits. It’sabsurdfor Vi to even suggest otherwise.

Crumpling up the paper in one fist, I stare down at my notes. Dropping it on top, I seethe. I’m so distracted that I don’t even notice when Carter stops lecturing.

When he plucks the note from in front of me, I am shocked and horrified. He sneers down at me, looking more intimidating than ever. I cringe downward, sinking a few inches in my seat.

“I have never taught grade school,” he says, his voice booming. “But I have seen enough TV to know that if I want to stop you people from passing notes, all I have to do is read the first one I catch out loud.”

I’m in a nightmare. A real, actual, honest to God nightmare.

“No!” I blurt out, unable to restrain myself. “Don’t read that!”

He eyes me as he smoothes out the wrinkled ball. Then he reads it, his brows arching as he does. I die inside a little more as he swivels his gaze back to me.

“I don’t think you want me to read this aloud,” he says, smirking.

Oh my god. I could kill him right now, and then kill myself. The newspaper headline would be:Girl Suffers From Complete Mental Break, Kills Hot Professor and Then Self.

My face is on fire.

Vi chooses this moment to pipe up. “It’s a personal matter between us, professor. I’m sure you understand.”

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