Page 2 of Dear British Professor
“It’s the accent, buddy. How have you not figured that out yet? You have a gift, and it's totally wasted on you."
"It's university policy—" I start to say, but Jack cuts me off.
“No, it’s not actually a rule. It’s frowned upon, but not an actual rule.”
I shake my head. “Why am I not surprised that you know this?”
"Hey man, some of us got into the professor game to be a scholar." He points at me. "Some of us saw the potential being a professor gets you in the lady department.”
“Why am I friends with you?” I grumble, but this only makes Jack chuckle.
“You act like our friendship isn’t mutually beneficial to both of us. You got a friend after leaving behind the land down under—”
“I’m from England.”
“Whatever. And I have my choice of rejected students that come knocking on your door looking for that extra attention that you aren’t willing to give them.”
A soft knock on the door interrupts our conversation, and the door opens.
“Professor? You asked to see me,” A familiar voice asks.
I look over and see Willa poke her head around the office door. She steps in but freezes when she sees Jack sitting on the leather sofa.
“I’m sorry,” she says, straightening. “The girl at the desk said it was okay to come in.”
I can see Jack's immediate interest in Willa and an unfamiliar feeling of possessiveness courses through me. I don’t like the way he’s looking at her and feel my hands clench into fists.
"Miss Munro, please come in," I tell her, trying to hide my irritation towards Jack at this moment.
Jack stands and walks over to her. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Professor Campbell.”
The expression on Willa's face snuffs out the urge to lunge across my desk and put myself between her and him. She knows exactly who Jack is and has no interest in his attention towards her. She politely takes his hand but for the briefest of a shake before pulling her hand free. I feel the muscles in my body relax.
“Jack, if you don’t mind.” I gesture to the door. “I called in Miss Munro for a meeting.”
Realization flashes on Jack's face, and he understands why I called her in today.
“Of course, I was just leaving. My office hours begin in ten minutes anyway,” he says to me and then turns to Willa. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too.” She smiles politely at him.
He steps around her but turns back to me and behind her back, gives me a thumbs-up, and checks out her ass. I resist the urge to punch him in the face but only just barely.
“Please sit down.” I grab the mail off the end of the sofa and sit down at my desk.
Willa chooses the hard-wooden chair across from my desk to sit in. I replaced the more comfortable chair the university gave me with this one. It’s uncomfortable enough to deter students looking to spend time sitting and chatting with me during my office hours. I have no problem discussing assignments or questions about my lectures, but when they are only here to be social, that uncomfortable chair is my last line of defense.
“Thank you for coming in today. I’m sure you are wondering why I called you in.”
She fidgets in the seat, and I want to tell her to move to the sofa, but I'm not sure if that would be weird. I'm suddenly nervous, and I don't know why.
“I figured it had something to do with my paper last week.”
“Yes and no,” I say, trying not to notice the way her full breasts lift with each inhaled breath. I’m grateful for the desk covering up my cock as it reacts to every soft curve of her body. “I called you in because of the attention to detail you exhibit in your work consistently so far this semester.”
She sighs like she was holding her breath. I pause, assuming she's about to say something, but she doesn't, so I continue.
“I’m looking for a new research assistant to help me with writing my new book. Would that be something that you might be interested in?”
