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“Hello, my name is Eden Johnson. I’m a chemistry major and I’m taking this course because it’s a requirement,” I stated bluntly.
I sat down quickly as my peers laughed around me. I felt awkward, since my introduction was shorter than everyone else’s. I hated speaking about myself. My face was hot with embarrassment. I stacked my notebooks up on the desk to give my hands something to do. It would keep my mind off the fact that every time I saw him, I remembered how much I wanted to run my hands through that thick head of hair. I could imagine him just waking up, sleepy eyed, hair tousled, his body laid out like a tempting treat for me to eat. It was so much easier not to think about him when I couldn’t see him.
“Thank you all for your introductions. Who here needs a syllabus? Raise your hands so the person in front of you can hand them back.” He smirked at me when my hand stayed down.
I’d gotten my syllabus off the website and went over it before the semester started. I did that for all my classes. I was kicking myself for not noticing his name, though. I guess my tired brain couldn’t imagine such a thing actually happening and didn’t make the connection when I skimmed it. It’s not like he introduced himself as a professor when we met.
I shot him a bored look to tell him he wasn’t special. He was just my instructor. I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-inch pole. Especially not when his cock had touched every woman he passed on the street. Gah, community dick.
We went through the syllabus together, and before I knew it, class was over. It was time for me to confront Silas for never mentioning that he was a professor, and for asking a student to dinner when it was surely against university policy. I would tell him off once and for all, then flee.
I stepped into the end of the line forming at the front of the class and waited for the other students to ask their questions and mill past his podium. A ton of them had been unprepared, it seemed. I’d bet at least a handful would drop the course before we even covered the first week of material. That was just how college went. They were ready, or they weren’t. No one was going to hold hands through this. It was a billion-dollar industry, and these teachers were here for paychecks not to babysit. If I was more ambitious, I would try going into politics and change that.
My phone buzzed, but I rejected the call without looking at who it was.
“Did you need something, Eden?”
I looked around and realized the class had cleared out. I hadn’t been keeping close enough to watch.
Silas just smiled like he knew something I didn’t. There was a line drawn in the sand now that I knew the truth. If I’d ever considered him before as a lover, his status as my professor damn sure changed that.
“I do.”
He quirked an eyebrow at me but didn’t speak.
“I know we are neighbors, which I don’t think is something that normally happens with students and teachers, but I expect to have a modicum of professionalism between us. I’m sure you can agree with the necessity of that, professor.”
He stalked me, invaded my space, crowding me against the wall beside his desk, making my legs quiver with his nearness. My heart fluttered nervously, but I forced myself to stand up straight and put my best bitch face on.
He leaned even closer to me, inhaling deeply of me. I choked back a gasp as I felt my pussy tingle and tighten and wetness seep into my panties. Just him being this close was enough to make me gush. There was just something so dark and dangerous about him. It was right behind his eyes. He was a predator. And I was getting off on the hunt.
Why was I so fucked up? I didn’t have time for these games.
He leaned down until our lips were almost touching. All I had to do was stand on my tiptoes and we’d kiss. Suddenly, I realized I wanted that. So badly. But why?
I leaned backward to put some space between us, but he just stepped closer. We were chest to chest, our eyes locked in a battle of wills, I felt like I might be losing. I wanted him, despite my determination not to. My eyes dropped to his lips. I licked mine, and his gaze followed the movement, his eyes visibly growing darker. His thickening erection twitched against my stomach. I gulped. Not from fear like I should have felt, but from anticipation.
He ducked his head to kiss me, but at the last second, he diverted. His lips brushed my neck instead, sending trembles down my spine.
“I can remain professional, Ms. Johnson, if that’s what you want.”
That voice, his hot breath in my ear, had me panting like a bitch in heat. I rubbed myself against him, unable to resist the dark spell he weaved. He drew in a breath, his erection so large and hard between us.
“Of course, professor,” I croaked.
He pulled away abruptly, changing the energy between us in an instant. He was speaking, all professional professor once more, but I wasn’t really listening. He was safely behind his desk, his erection hidden from view.
The switch was so disorienting that I wondered if I’d imagined the interaction.
No. There was no way I imagined that cock.
“I’ll see you next class, Ms. Johnson,” he dismissed, not bothering to look at me.
I went back to my desk and gathered my things, shoving them in my bag in a rush. I gave him one last glance, biting my lip as I walked backward out of the lecture hall.
Fuck him. He wasn’t going to get the last jab.
“Oh, by the way,” I called out over my shoulder. “It would be great if you could keep it down at night. I have to study.”
