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“Alexandrea,” I croak, bringing the water bottle to my chest as if that can protect me from this attraction I have to this man.
“Class starts at nine o’clock. If you can’t make it on time, and bythat,I mean early, don’t bother continuing with this class. My office hours are at eight o’clock. If any of you need to meet with me, my door is always open.” His eyes hold mine, then shift as he looks around the classroom. The heat from his body almost burns into mine.
“How many of you, like Alexandrea, have a plastic water bottle in your backpacks?” He walks away, and I take a breath—I really am getting lightheaded. Looking down, I see my arms are covered in goose bumps. What is wrong with me? The way my name sounded on his lips, I’m almost shivering…
“You okay?” the guy to my right leans over, whispering.
Reaching down to heave my backpack onto the back of the chair, I nod.
“Hey, don’t let Dean Powers upset you.” I slowly turn to look at him. He’s cute enough. Blond hair with stylish black glasses. My eyes dart back to Professor Knight, wait, did he say Dean Powers?
“That’s not Professor Knight?” I whisper, motioning with my head as I bring out my laptop.
“Um, no.” He chuckles, moving closer to whisper, “Professor Knight is on maternity leave…” He freezes as the room is silent again.
No, please, just no. I close my eyes because I can’t look. I know the hot professor is staring at us. I can feel it.
The guy clears his voice and sits up straighter, when all I want to do is slide down the chair and dissolve into the floor. Again, snickers fill my ears. I bite my lower lip and stare back at my fellow students, their faces showing nothing but happiness at my pain. What the hell is happening?
Why?Why did this stupid guy talk to me? And why did I talk back? What was I thinking? I’m the good student in class. I listen, take notes…and I don’t chitchat.
Screw this, so the professor is rather distractingly gorgeous, and yes, I was a little late. But I’m still a person, and my tuition pays his salary… I plaster on what I’m hoping is a confident look, turning slightly so I can give him my undivided attention.
Blue fire stares back at me, and my pulse leaps to my throat. Holy shit, my pussy instantly throbs and is becoming wet. I shift uncomfortably.
He looks bored, kind of. I mean, his tone is, but his eyes… they go from me to the poor guy next to me, then back to me, and he speaks again.
“In this class, I will expect you to rethink things. Open your minds. You are the future. Fix our systems. Examples: production and consumption of food, air, energy…” I can’t look away. He’s mesmerizing as he leans against his desk, weaving a spell on us. Somehow, my fingers touch my keyboard, trying to keep up with his thoughts as they spill from his full lips.
Jesus, he’s not only beautiful, but he’s also brilliant. And for the first time in my life, I want something.
Him.
I want Dean Powers. I know it can’t happen… but what would it be like to have him want me back? Have that kind of intensity unleashed on me?
“Okay, that’s it for today.” I’m jolted out of my fantasy world and back to the reality of the classroom as everyone packs up.
“I’m Jordan.” The chitchat guy stands and smiles.
“I’m Alex.” I shove my laptop into my backpack as he waits to the side for me, students laughing and walking past.
“You need a hand?” He moves to help me sling my backpack onto my shoulder.
“Oh, thanks.” I smile.
“Office hours start at eight o’clock, or you can email me with any questions.” Dean Powers smiles as he picks up his phone from his desk.
“Alexandrea, a word please.” And my heart, which was already pounding, skips. Nodding, I walk toward him.
“You can go, Jordan,” he says, not even looking up from his phone.
Taking a few deep breaths, I try to calm myself. The last thing I need is to humiliate myself more than I already have.
When he looks up from his phone, the world stops, and I know two things. One: I need to drop this class because it’s not healthy to lust over a professor.
Two… does it really matter what two is?
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