Page 5 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
“You didwhat?”
“I put your name on the list.”
“Mr. Nolan, what gave you the right to?—”
“It’sProfessor Hendrixfor you, gorgeous,” I said, dropping my voice, calm and slow.
“Professor? Aren’t you just an elementary school teacher?” she asked, disbelief dripping from her tone, just like everyone else when I tell them what I used to do.
“Do I need to show you my PhD and the records from the classes I taught at the university, Miss Morrow?” I asked, already knowing her mouth was gonna go quiet.
“Uh…”
“If my academic background really intrigues you, I’d be happy to lay out all my credentials—right when my dick’s buried deep inside that sweet pussy.”
I could hear her breath catch, like she was scandalized — but I’d caught her off guard, so no words came out.
“Like I said, Miss Morrow… for you, it’s Professor Hendrix. And that’s exactly what you’ll be calling me when your legs are shaking and your voice is breaking on your own damn words.”
She sucked in a breath, just the way I imagined she would.
“How can you say?—”
“Now listen carefully,” I cut her off. “You’ve got fifteen minutes to bring your fine ass here, or the trip’s canceled. For everyone.”
“You’re not serious.”
I didn’t answer. I just turned toward the open bus door and spoke loud enough for the front seats to hear.
“If our last chaperone doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes, the trip’s off.”
Gasps. Groans.
“That’s not fair!”
“But we’ve been waiting all week!”
“I told my grandma I’d see a T-Rex!”
I brought the phone back to my ear.
“Are you out of your mind?” she snapped.
“I told you,” I said, smiling, “fifteen minutes.”
A beat. Then another.
“Bring me that fat ass and that pussy, Miss Morrow. Don’t make me come pick you up myself, ’cause Iwillpull this damn bus up to your doorstep and have every kid on board begging to go. You know I ain’t playing. Now, if you understood the assignment, I wanna hear you say ‘Yes, Professor Hendrix.’”
“You’re insane! I’m not saying that shit.”
I didn’t respond. I let her groan and grumble, fight it in her head, until she came to terms with what she couldn’t avoid.
I waited a beat then went into action.
“Bus will stop first at our…”
“Yes, Professor Hendrix,” she said cutting me off with a quiet, husky voice.
