Page 2 of The Professor: Ep. 1

Mmm, what would she do? Would that scarlet color paint her neck all the way to her generous tits? Would she smile? Would she kneel and part those pretty lips for me?

I took another swallow of my bourbon—one of the perks of living an hour over the Kentucky border in Nashville—and listened as the two girls gossiped about some fraternity party last weekend. Nicole ran through an entire list of events that Kayla had missed while working on my paper. That thought made me smile. She’d prioritized her studies over a night of drunken mischief.

Good girl, I thought, pleased.

“Well, I hope that paper was worth it,” Nicole concluded. “Maybe you’ll seduce Professor Hotness with your words and convince him to fuck you over his desk.”

Kayla giggled and shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Oh, come on. Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“Of course I have,” Kayla admitted, nearly causing me to choke on my drink. “Who hasn’t?”

“I bet you finished that paper and had a date with your vibrator afterward.”

Kayla merely shrugged. “Not like I’m getting it elsewhere at the moment.”

“That would change if you went to more frat parties.”

“Drunken hook-ups are more your things,” Kayla shot back. “I’m craving something a little more sophisticated.”

“And older, perhaps?” her friend pressed.

“Only by ten years.”

Nicole grinned. “You’ve got it bad for Professor Hotness.”

Now the girls had my undivided attention. Particularly, Kayla and her lack of a reply. Yet another lack of a denial.

Perhaps thosefuck meglances during class had been purposeful after all. And here I’d thought they were just naturally alluring.

Women frequently gave me that look. My last name and bank account surely helped, but I’d also inherited my mother’s light gray eyes and sharp model-like features. My dark hair and stature came from my father, as did my trademark stubbornness.

It made landing a date easy, something I’d done countless times over the months. Typically a brunette with similar curves to Kayla. But none of them quite scratched the itch I possessed for the young beauty.

A few quick fucks would rid me of this obsession.

At the potential jeopardy of my job and the risk of her reputation.

However, knowing all that only heightened my desire. I’d never been a saint. Hell, I wasn’t even a good man. Rules rarely kept me in line. And I always did enjoy a good clandestine secret.

Especially a naked one.

The two girls laughed, drawing my attention to Kayla’s slender throat and shoulders. She had on a sweater and a skirt with a pair of knee-high boots. Stunning as always.

I finished my scotch and set a handful of bills on the counter to cover the cost and tip.

I’d give her something sophisticated, all right.

After class next week.

Then we’d see just how deep and dark her fantasies could go.

Kayla

See me after class.

I readthe note on the last page of my final paper and frowned. There was no grade listed. Just those four words written in a sexy masculine scrawl that matched the one up on the board at the front of the classroom.

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