Page 15 of Baby for the Professor
"Yeah," she said but didn't move.
The night breeze lifted a strand of her hair and it blocked her eyes. She tried to brush it away, but it stuck. So I helped her. "Let me," I said as I grasped her wrist.
And then I took the hair and tucked it behind her ear.
Her eyes were shimmering in the dim lights, just like they did five years ago in my apartment when I made love to her. I couldn't help myself any longer. I leaned in and kissed her lips.
She didn’t kiss me back at first, and I thought I had made a mistake. Just before I pulled back, she hooked a hand around my neck and pulled me to her, pressing her lips on mine. I moaned and deepened our kiss. I savored her lips ravenously like a rare delicacy I had pined for years and finally gotten the chance to taste again.
I could go on kissing her forever if it weren’t for a biker who rode past us.
"I'm sorry," I said, collecting my composure. "I’m just overjoyed. I still can't believe it's you, Sabrina. You have no idea how much I missed you. I thought you were a little witch who had appeared in my life and gone. I went to look for you at your dorm two days later but couldn't find you."
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You did? I'm sorry. I wish we had exchanged numbers as you had suggested.”
"It's fine," I said. "But you've got to give me your number today. Just in case you disappear again."
She chuckled. "Don't you have my number on my file or something?
"I do, but I would like to get it from you.
She rolled her eyes with a smile and pulled out her phone. I told her my number, and she dialed it.
"Good," I said with a satisfying smile. "We'll keep in contact."
She blushed so deep that I had to stop myself from kissing her again.
Instead, I blurted out, "Are you with anyone?"
Her mouth dropped. "Are you hitting on me, professor?" she asked with a little smirk and sounding a bit flirty.
"You're damn right I am," I said in a strained voice. "Now answer my question."
"I’m not, but I ..." She paused, swallowed and said, "I don't think it's a good idea. You're my professor. Won’t it affect your reputation and your chance of getting a tenure?"
“Don’t worry about me. No one else has to know,” I said, touched by her consideration. "To tell the truth, I’m not keen on getting the tenure even though I love UCLA.”
“Why? I thought every professor would love to have tenure.”
I shrugged. “I’m not ready to settle down in one place yet, especially since I don't know the environment well enough. I also enjoy teaching at different places."
A mixture of emotions masked her face. She looked thrilled and worried at the same time. “I still think we should wait,” she said. “I need some time to process it. It’s too sudden.”
“Okay,” I said, stroking her face. “Whatever you say.”
I watched her as she entered the parking lot, my heart racing. What the hell got into me? Hitting on a student the first day of class. But hell. She wasn't just any student. She was Sabrina. The woman I had pined for for so long. I had dated other women but never for long because of her. She showed up on my doorstep as if my prayers had been answered.
I would be a fool not to take my second chance seriously.
The only problem, of course, was that she didn't seem to be that pleased to see me. She looked stunned, even thrilled, but she was also wary as if afraid I would mess up her life or something. What had happened to her? Unsurprisingly, she was more mature than before, but her reservedness felt strange. She looked as if she was holding back something from me.
Chapter 9
Sabrina
“I hope you all have a rough idea of what we mean by supply and demand by now,” Dr. Hale said as he began lecturing. “Today, we’ll take an in-depth look at the concepts.”
I gazed at him like a love-sick teenager, holding a pen in my hand but not writing anything down.
