Page 29 of The Professor
As much as I don’t want to, I tell him everything about Emma. Even how I struggle with the morals of the situation. And of course the consequences of fucking a student. You know, losing my job and reputation.
“Shit.”
“Yeah, shit is right.”
“You need to just walk away,” he says.
I nod. “I know. I do, but when she’s around it’s like I lose all self-control.”
He slaps my shoulder. “Well, you need to find it, buddy.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I know.” It was stupid of me to seek validation for my forbidden thoughts, but I was hoping somewhere I could lose some of the guilt I feel for even thinking about her. I’m eleven years older than her, and her professor. It’s wrong every way I slice it.
He gets distracted for a minute with one of his guys and I focus on the ranch. What the fuck am I doing? And as many times as I tell myself I can walk away, every time she’s near it gets harder and harder...literally.
* * *
Monday rollsaround and I’m the professor they all hate, because they have a test. A test they knew about well in advance and I even gave them a study guide. Yet, I’m still the asshole who doesn’t care they were busy all weekend. They tend to forget that I have a life outside of this classroom too.
After dealing with pissed off students all day, I’m relieved my last class is now. I’m even more relieved when I see Emma walk in. After I spoke with her Saturday, I hadn’t heard from her again, so I was hoping everything was alright. She gives me a small grin as she takes her seat, which I return.
“I hope you all took the time to study this weekend,” I say, as I hand out the tests. “If you did the study guide this should be no problem for you. When you finish, bring it to me and you can leave.”
Sitting down, I continue grading the tests from my other classes. It’s clear who studied and who didn’t. What really surprises me though is that most of the students who are in my study group did really well. This proves it’s not the waste of time I was thinking it would be.
Glancing up, I seek out Emma. She’s in deep concentration, biting the end of her pen. Her telling eyes are cast down and her brow is dipped as she studies each question carefully. Her long hair hangs around her face, leading down to the ample cleavage she has showing. She looks sexy as hell. My dick definitely agrees as it pushes against my zipper.
Students begin dropping their tests off, which distracts me momentarily from the thought of Emma’s sweet lips wrapped around my cock instead of that pen. As the room begins to empty out, the pull I feel to Emma gets stronger. She’s feeling it too, because she keeps peeking up at me.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I yank it out. Liam, he’s a pain in the ass.
“What’s up?” I whisper, turning in my chair so I’m facing the chalkboard.
“Hey, I know you’re at work, but there’s a problem with the electric. There’s too much going to the box, they want to put another one in. I need to make sure you’re cool with that cause it’s gonna cost more to split it up,” he says.
Christ, it’s one thing after another. I expected some of it, but it seems everything is wrong. What choice do I have?
“Yeah, that’s fine. I gotta go,” I whisper and hang up.
I spin around in my chair to an empty room. Fuck. Standing, I gather all the tests and stick them into a folder I have for this class, before putting them into my briefcase. I grab the eraser and wipe the chalkboard.
The sound of the door slamming closed has me quickly spinning around. I’m shocked to see Emma standing there. She’s staring at me, but she looks nervous.
Slowly, I put down the eraser so I don’t startle her. I take a few steps around my desk and cross my arms. She hasn’t budged, but her eyes are tracking my every move.
“Miss Bower?” I ask, lifting my eyebrows.
Clearing her throat, she appears to realize she’s just standing there. “Oh, I left my book,” she says, pointing toward her desk as she walks toward it.
I don’t say anything, just watch her. She’s fucking beautiful and that flowy dress she has on dances around her body as she moves. Her long brown hair falls into her face when she bends to pick up the book.
My pulse is racing and my dick is getting hard just watching her. She walks toward me and glances down at her book for a minute before letting her honeyed eyes seek out mine. I’m being sucked into her and I know there is no way I’m going to be able to walk away.
“Thank you again for Friday night. I’m not sure what would have happened if you weren’t there,” she whispers.
Taking the book out of her hands, I place it on the desk. I run my thumb down her soft cheek, which begins to get a hint of red.
“I’m relieved you’re alright,” I whisper, letting my fingers grip her rounded chin.
