Page 1 of Claiming His Student

Chapter OneCora“Who do you think our new professor is?” Penny asks me as we take our seats at the very front of the lecture theatre. We’re beginning the last year of our English Literature course and we’ve been thrown a curveball; a new professor. I glance down at my schedule on my phone to re-read the name of the professor.

“I’ve never heard of a Dylan Harker before and given that my Dad is the Dean, I guess I would’ve heard of him if he’d been around before. He must be new.”

Penny sighs. “I bet he’s going to be some stuffy old man with a tweed suit and a beard that’s way too long.”

I laugh. “Oh, definitely. It’s way too much to ask to get some eye candy around here…”

The doors to the class open and my jaw drops. A tall man in a well fitted blue suit enters the room, his dark eyes scanning over us casually. He’s definitely not a stuffy old man. With light stubble on his chin and dark hair that’s slicked back to reveal his handsome face. He must be at least in his forties, and while he has the intelligent air of an older man not one thing about him seems boring or out of touch. I’ve never been attracted to anyone before so I don’t exactly have a type, but looking at him now, I know that it doesn’t matter that he’s older than me. I want him.

All of a sudden my heart is racing wildly. I thought today was going to be just another boring lecture, but now that this man is here I’m not sure anything will ever be the same again.

He doesn’t appear to have noticed me at all as he heads to his lectern. He’s shuffling through his notes. He still has a few minutes until the class begins. Penny nudges me. It clearly hasn’t escaped her notice that he’s possibly the hottest man we’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Surely that can’t be him?” she hisses. “He’s...he’s young! And gorgeous! Do you think he’s lost?”

“No,” I breathe. “I think he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.”

At that exact moment, he looks up and our eyes lock. His face changes as he stares into my eyes, my soul, his dark eyebrows furrowing as he takes me in. I blush as his eyes dare to venture over my body. He takes in the curve of my hips, my chest, my tight shirt...and it looks like he likes what he sees. He grips the edges of the lectern, watching me so intently that I feel like I can’t breathe. All I want is for him to break this tension by coming over here and kissing me. But he’s my professor...how is it possible that he’s looking at me like we could be something special? How is it possible that he’s undressing me with his eyes in front of the entire class and yet I feel like we’re the only two people in the room?

I feel Penny nudging my arm, whispering something to me, but I don’t hear a word she says. With my gaze locked on him, I know that it’s going to be impossible to concentrate in class this semester. All I’m going to be thinking of is how incredible he looks, how much I want him, how much I’m praying he wants me back…

“Cora!” Penny hisses. “Have you lost your mind? Stop drooling over him like that, he’s definitely noticed.”

“Good,” I breathe so quietly that only Penny will be able to hear. We’re still both watching each other with such intense interest that I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to break away from one another. But people are going to start talking. People are going to wonder what the hell is going on. I force myself to look down at my lap, but I can still feel his gaze on me, burning with unspoken desire. Am I imagining it? No. When I glance up, his eyes are still trained on me.

What is happening?

I feel like I can barely breathe. The lecture is about to start and I’m dizzy with lust. Maybe I should get out of here. I should escape this overwhelming feeling of desire he’s bringing out of me and just go home for the day. All these emotions hitting me are like an avalanche, making me tremble, making my heart race, making my skin heat up as though I’m on fire. But some part of me loves this. Even though it's entirely inappropriate, this is the single hottest thing to ever have happened to me.

And I want more.

At the front of the room, the hot professor clears his throat and I take a deep breath to try and compose myself. Penny is looking at me as though I’m crazy. Maybe I am. I guess now I can see why they say that lust drives people to madness.

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