Page 3 of Claiming His Student

“This isn’t my first time teaching, but it’s the first time a student has stood out to me so completely,” I growl, leaning in close to her. “There’s something about you, Cora. I’d like to see more of you outside of the classroom. If you’re willing, I’d be happy to give you extra tutoring, private consultations, whatever you like...and our relationship doesn’t have to be strictly...professional. I’d like to know you on a personal level too.”

I hear the intake of her breath and wonder if I’ve misread this situation. The last thing I want is to push her further than she wants to go. Maybe she’s not interested at all and I’ve just blown it all. But then she shifts a little closer to me and I feel my cock surge in my pants. Her leg brushes against mine again. Her body turned toward mine. All of her body language points to her being into whatever is happening between us.

“I’d like that,” she breathes. It’s all I can do to stop myself from grabbing her now and kissing her. I want her so badly that it’s like an ache inside me. But even as I’m considering leaning in closer, I see a shadow approaching the door and there’s a sinking sensation deep in my gut. I get the feeling that the moment is about to be ruined.

In the doorway is my new boss. The Dean of the college. He sees me sitting close to Cora and his expression darkens. I brace myself, sensing something is about to happen.

“Ah, Dylan,” the Dean says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I see that you’ve met my daughter…”Chapter TwoCoraI should’ve known that this whole thing was too good to be true. Here I was, flirting with the hottest man I’ve ever met, and my Dad just had to walk in. Seeing him now, my heart sinks, knowing that if he knew what I was just doing, he’d probably kill me.

“Hi, Dad,” I say uncomfortably. “I’m just getting to know Dylan a little.”

“That’s Mr. Harker to you,” my Dad says sternly, glaring at both me and Dylan. I roll my eyes with a sigh.

“Dad everyone calls their professors by their first name at this age. I’m not being rude.”

“I didn’t realize that one on one sessions began so early in the year,” Dad says, firmly fixing his stare on Dylan. Yet he seems calm as he keeps his gaze steady on my Dad.

“I like to get a head start,” Dylan says. The tension in the room is so thick that I feel like I can’t breathe.

I take a deep breath and ask, “What are you doing here, Dad?”

“I thought I’d come and check in on Mr. Harker on his first class at this institution.” Dad stares around the room pointedly. “But I see no students. Did they neglect to show up on your first day, Mr. Harker?”

“I sent them away with some reading. First classes tend to be a little redundant,” Dylan says coolly. My father takes a step closer.

“Is that so?”

“The students don’t need me to go over the curriculum and do back to school exercises. Their time is better spent catching up on their reading. Plus, it gives me an opportunity to begin my one on one sessions early,” Dylan says calmly. I know that technically he’s lying. I know that he didn’t ask me here for a studious one on one session. But I want my father to believe him. I want him to leave so that Dylan and I can finish what we started here. But as my Dad comes ever closer, I can see the fury burning in his eyes.

“That’s not how we do things around here, Mr. Harker,” he hisses. “I hired you because I’ve heard of your good track record, but I will not stand for you using class time to be alone with any of the students.”

“You misunderstand entirely,” Dylan growls. “I see something special in your daughter, sir. I know that she’s one of the most promising students at this university, you said it yourself, and I know that from speaking with her first hand. Perhaps you should back off and let me do my job.”

I hold my breath. All of a sudden, all I want is to run away. But I don’t want to go anywhere without Dylan. In the short time, we’ve known one another my attraction to him has become unbearably strong. Being away from him will forever feel like a punishment. I can’t let my Dad get in the way of our plans. I can’t let him ruin this before it’s even begun.

“Should I go and get the next student for their one on one consultation?” I ask quickly. “I could send Penny in if you like? Then you can really get the ball rolling. This session was really useful...I feel much more confident about the coursework now.”

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