Page 12 of The Professor
“Have you had a chance to read over the studies I gave you?” he questions, quietly.
I nod my head, trying to suppress a grin. “Yes, it was amazing.”
He does grin and rests his large, strong hand on my knee, giving it a light squeeze. My entire body takes notice to this innocent gesture. Heat spreads from my head down to my toes. I can feel my hand shaking slightly, I’m not sure if it’s nerves or if it’s because I’m getting turned on. Either way, I lift my eyes to his and my heart nearly pounds out of my chest. They are dark and determined. It’s sexy as hell.
“Good, I knew you’d find them fascinating. I made up a small exercise for you that you can work on. It’s similar to things that will be asked of you when you interview for an internship.” His hand moves ever so slightly up and he searches my eyes. I’m not sure what he’s looking for but I’m lost in his, hoping he finds it. “If you need me, don’t be shy.” He gives my leg another squeeze, a bit harder this time and stands up, placing the paper on my desk.
Casually, he turns and walks toward his desk, leaving me confused and completely turned on.
Chapter 6
Drake
Teach and inspire,that’s what I’m supposed to be doing in these study groups. All these students are supposed to be getting my extra attention. However, there is only one student that is getting it, Emma Bower.
Walking over to her, I didn’t even acknowledge there were other students in the room. When I squatted down by her it was impossible not to touch her. It’s fucked up, logically I know that, but in that moment I didn’t give a shit. That’s why I moved my hand just a little higher, I was testing my boundaries and damn, if she didn’t even flinch. It was turning me on, which is when I knew I needed to walk away.
Now, waiting for this study group to end seems like a lifetime. I’ve been walking around trying to teach and inspire, but all I can think about is wanting this to end so Emma is no longer in my field of vision. I don’t want to see her, smell her strawberry scent, or take notice to how damn sexy she is.
“Professor Grayson.”
Looking around I notice Kelsey Crawford, with her hand in the air. Christ, this girl has come on to me so many times. She’s even tried to get me to fuck her for a better grade. I’ve heard rumors this happens every now and again, but that shit won’t be me. I don’t need to fuck students to get my dick wet. I’m sure as hell not going to change a grade because they offer. That’s something I’ve never done and never would do.
“Professor,” Kelsey whines.
Walking over, I stand by her. “What’s up, Miss Crawford?”
“I don’t really understand this,” she says, squeezing her tits together when she points to her paper.
Reading what she pointed to, I look at her in disbelief. “You don’t understand what it means to explain the Freudian theory?”
“No, Professor Grayson.” She bites her lip and pushes her tits further out. “Is that bad?”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. “Kelsey, I’m going to be honest here. If at this point in psychology you don’t know the Freudian theory you might as well drop my class now. If you do know and you are attempting to appear like you don’t because you’re seeking my attention, you should drop this class. So which one is it?”
The flirt is gone and replaced by a shocked young girl. She clears her throat several times, before glancing up at me.
“I’m sorry, won’t happen again,” she whispers.
I don’t bother saying anything because I knew exactly which reason she was doing it for. Maybe the way I spoke to her will get me in trouble, but I don’t give a shit. This is my free time, I’m not going to waste it on students who don’t want to learn.
As I turn away from Kelsey, the only head turned staring at me is Emma’s. When my dark eyes crash with hers, she instantly turns away. Christ, I need this to be over.
Checking my watch, I notice only ten more minutes. “We’ve got ten minutes left. If you don’t have any questions you’re welcome to leave. If you do, please let me know.”
Not surprisingly, Kelsey is the first one out. A few hands go up and Emma is one. I go to her first because I’ll be damned if I’m left alone in a room with her. I don’t trust myself.
Before I even get over to her, she is beginning to stand. “I’m not sure when you want these studies back,” she says, holding the folder out to me.
Resting my hand on hers, she sucks in a deep breath. It should tell me to stop, but it doesn’t. It spurs me on. I tighten my hand around hers and move closer. “These are yours now. I photocopied mine.”
She nods her head, but doesn’t say anything, just keeps searching my eyes.
“Did you finish the paper?”
“Yes, I didn’t know if you wanted it or if it’s just for me,” she quietly says, peeking down at my hand still on hers.
“I want it, Miss Bower.” Fuck, I don’t mean that paper either.
