Page 1 of Her Professor

Chapter 1

Madison hurried across campus, late again. She hated being late, made so many efforts not to be but this eight-a.m. class really was a bitch to get to thanks to her overzealous floor mates at the dorm. She routinely didn’t get to sleep until three or four since the girls on either side of her room and the ones across the hallway from her were knocking boots with whatever guy they had met.

She slid into the lecture hall praying that just for once the teacher wouldn’t shoot daggers through her or call her out yet again. The guy seemed to despise her; from the very first day, he’d practically sneered at her, and she had no idea why. He didn’t act like that towards anyone else in her class, and she couldn’t exactly ask around about him. He was newer, not a full professor but teaching a number of the English courses for freshmen like her while he finished his degrees.

She hated English…she loved to write and make up stories, be imaginative but she hated the punctuation and grammatical correctness of a comma here but not there. She wasn’t dumb but the class was often quite boring. Usually, she had very little sleep and she’d find herself nodding off throughout the lectures. That didn’t seem to sit too well with the guy either, which might account for the sneers now…but those first ones she wasn’t too sure of a reason behind them.

Apparently, she’d missed the note that they were going to be watching a movie because as she found a seat in the back, well away from the others hoping not to disturb them, she saw it playing on the board through the projector. It was a movie she’d seen a hundred times…probably more than that even but despite its ability to typically hold her interest, today, it didn’t.

She felt her head falling forward a few times and willed herself awake sure that the teacher would notice and take points off her paper because of it. The middle portion of the movie was part of her favorite, but she’d been forced to listen to Trisha and her latest paramour for the better portion of the night, not stopping until nearly five and she was exhausted. The walls in the dorms were paper thin and no matter how much she tried not to she could hear every single moan, groan, and squeal they’d let out.

The movie continued to play on, and she felt herself nodding off.

Oh well, she sighed,at least I already know the thing by heart…

Devon watched the girl fall asleep for the hundredth time and felt his jaw tense. What the hell was her problem? He’d pulled her file and found out she had no medical conditions that would be making her fall asleep during every single class and he knew it wasn’t his teaching that did it…so that left only one reason a girl like her would be unable to keep her eyes open during the day. She’d been out the entire night before and for some reason that made him mad.

He waited until the class had ended before he made his way up towards her, slamming a book down on the seat beside her. He watched as she jerked her head up, and the sleepy expression in her eyes made him want to do things he knew he shouldn’t. She was his student for god’s sake and no matter how much some of the others might not mind he wasn’t going to start his career off that way.

“What?” Madison gasped shaking herself from her nap. She found her gaze connected with his and let loose a string of curses inside her head. This was not what she needed. He already hated her enough, napping let alone falling completely asleep was not the way to impress your teacher.

“Class is over…though you did seem to miss the better portion of it. Perhaps instead of staying out all night sleeping with whoever takes your fancy you might design yourself to getting some sleep, so the entire class isn’t forced to watch you catch up on it.”

“Excuse me?” she said catching the words he’d thrown into the middle of his statement, making her bristle entirely. “What the hell is wrong with this damned school? I’ve never seen so many freaking people caught up on sex. I mean it’s bad enough that my entire floor seems to be composed of mindless sex fanatics but that doesn’t mean I’m one of them.”

She stood up pulling herself to her entire five-foot seven-inch height and glared at him. “Not that it’sanyof your business what I do outside of this classroom, butIwasn’t up all night sleeping with some moron who probably only recently climbed out of some other bimbo’s bed. The only thing I was doing was trying to find a way…anything to drown out the constant noises from the other side of the wall. Do you have any idea how utterly maddening it is to know that you can sleep better in the middle of a football stadium than in your dorm because the girls you’re stuck with have nothing better to do with their evenings than act like rabbits?”

Devon had to hide a smile as her eyes flashed with rage. Apparently, it wasn’t her sleeping around that was messing with her. It had to be the not getting any while everyone else was that was truly driving her mad. “Alright, I apologize. Most girls who look like you are typically on the receiving front of the…”

“Gross,” she said cutting him off. “I am not some mindless sex addict, and who gives a damned about the way I look? I’m seriously getting the hell out of this messed up place the first chance I get. Why I came here is beyond me anymore.”

“You still missed an entire class,” Devon cut in with not wanting to listen to her ramble. If it wasn’t true, it would simply piss him off further and if it was…well, that was increasingly dangerous. He was already far too attracted to her to learn she wasn’t sleeping around with whoever the hell wanted her. “I’d suggest you find a rental of this movie because you’re supposed to write a paper on it before next class.”

“I don’t need to find a rental of it,” she countered not liking the dismissive tone in his voice. She was more than just a face for god’s sake, but it seemed that since she wasn’t out sleeping around he didn’t care anymore, which was confusing beyond belief.

“Don’t tell me it seeped into your brain as you slept?” he said sarcastically. The girl honestly needed to learn to hold her tongue. An image of what he’d like to do to her tongue flashed through his brain and blood swelled into his neither regions making him hold onto his control the slimmest bit more.

“Funny…but no. I happen to already know the movie, thank you very much. I could quote it to you if I felt like it.”

Devon chuckled to himself. There was no way a girl like her would have ever watched this movie enough times to memorize it. The look on her face made him want to call her bluff and he told her, “Prove it then. Write me a synopsis on the entire film including direct lines from it that relates to what we’ve been discussing in class, and I’ll back off about you using class to catch up on your beauty sleep.”

“I’d rather you find me a new dorm room but what the hell, I don’t relish the thought of going back to listen to round two of the morning sexcapades and don’t have another class until twelve,” she said leaning over to grab her notebook.

Devon watched the way her shorts stretched over her backside and turned away as his body responded yet again. He really needed to find someone to spend the weekend with, it’d been way too long since he’d had a great session between the sheets and if he was ogling his student, one he couldn’t stand even, like this, he needed to get laid, badly.

“I have a class at eleven,” he warned as she settled in to write her pen flying across the paper.

“Won’t be here that long,” she replied not looking at him.

If she had, she’d have seen the way his eyes lingered over the exposed slope of her breasts and the way his muscles tightened. He really needed to get laid.

Devon studied her as she wrote the pen rarely pausing or leaving the paper and twenty minutes later, she put the cap back on and stood. Her shorts weren’t as short as what the others wore but they emphasized the slenderness of her calves and thighs, before hugging her hips the way he knew men would as they slept together. She lifted her bag over her head, and he saw the taunt, trim expanse of her abs as her shirt lifted. Their school mascot never looked better than stretched out across her generous bust and he wondered what her nipples looked like.

Jesus Christ Devon, he stated, to himself as she took the steps down the hall towards him. She gave them a little skipping walk and her breasts shook pulling his mind back to wondering how much they’d shake as he pummeled her sweet ass.

“Here you go,” she stated, handing him the pages from her notebook. “Next time you decide to give us a pop quiz can you give me a heads up? Maybe they’ll let me sleep in the library.”

Devon watched her turn towards the door and head out. He shook his head at the thought of her in the library as he turned to the words she’d written. Her handwriting was neat, half-cursive half-printed that was like a soft caress on the paper and as he read, he was stunned.

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