“Take a seat, please,” he says with a hint of irritation. I must have interrupted his lecture. This is humiliating. How is this even possible? I have the worst luck! I hang my head and walk down the middle aisle, looking left and right for a seat that I can slide into easily. Finally I see an open seat that won’t require too many people to stand up to let me pass, and I mumble excuse me a few times as I slide past the other students to take my seat. I try to slouch down in my seat and become invisible, but I mustn’t be inconspicuous enough because Leo’s eyes remain on me. I can feel his gaze burning my skin. Luckily, the rest of the class seems to move on and they totally forget about the flaky girl who strolled in late. That is, everyone except the boy sitting next to me.
“Epic,” he whispers, smiling at me. I roll my eyes. I’m not in a joking mood. He holds out his hand for me to shake. “Jaime.”
I want to tell him to leave me alone and not draw any more attention to me, but I’m not the kind of person who is comfortable with being openly rude, so I shake his hand quickly.
“Kimmy.”
“Nice to meet you.”
I glance up at Professor Leo (Professor Whitford, as it’s written up on the white board like teachers do in middle school), and he’s still watching me. Any hope that I had that he wouldn’t recognize me starts to disappear the longer he stares at me. I feel my cheeks my burning, and I practically feel like I could combust from embarrassment as every second ticks by, ridiculously slowly, on the clock at the front of the hall. Then he smirks at me and all hopes are squashed.
I try to focus on the lecture, but I’m struggling. I flip open my laptop and start to take notes, but every time I pause and look up and catch Leo’s eyes, I lose my train of thought. Everything I’m writing is gibberish. After a few minutes, I give up entirely on notetaking and just try to absorb as much as I can from the lecture. I’ll have to reread the chapter we’re covering later tonight. This has never happened to me before. I’ve always been the perfect student who other people come to if they’ve missed class or need more details from a lesson. I just hope there isn’t some kind of pop-quiz at the end of this class. I’m a stressed out mess throughout the class, and the coy, stern look Leo keeps giving me makes me think he’s fully aware of the effect he’s having on me.
This is not good. I’m so close to becoming a lawyer. I graduated at the top of my class, even. I can’t have any distractions messing this up for me. This is my entire future on the line. My family’s future if I want to clear my dad and brother and finally get them the justice they deserve. I’ve worked too hard to get to where I’m at to let anything ruin my chances. An affair with my professor could derail everything I’ve worked so hard for. Gossip and rumors are enough to destroy someone’s career. Throw in social media and I could ruin my reputation before I ever set foot in a courtroom.
I have to resist any urge I have to keep texting with him. As soon as my class is over, I’ll delete his number, block him, and get rid of any proof that we ever knew each other at all. No guy is worth the risk. Even if he is one of the funniest, sexiest guys I’ve met in a very long time.
I bend my head and get to work, reading through a case that he’s just assigned, instructing us to identify at least two flaws in the lawyer’s argument. I try to get everything else out of my mind except for the task at hand. As I reach into my bag to grab a highlighter, I feel my phone vibrate. I grab it and see there’s a text. Opening it, my heart seems to simultaneously float and sink at the same time.
The text is from Leo. My stomach twists in knots when I look up at him. He sits at his desk, reading the case study like the rest of us, not paying any attention to me. I start to question whether this really is the same Leo I’ve been texting with. He looks just like the pictures. And he was looking at me in the strangest way. But why is he texting me in class? My head is spinning. I open the text.
Your tits look amazing in that shirt. I want to stick my cock between them while you suck the head.
I swallow hard, my breathing becoming shallow, and I can’t help how turned on I get. Glancing up, I see that he’s staring right at me. He winks and my whole body goes warm. Well, that answers that question. He’s definitely the same person.
I throw my phone back into my purse and try to put my dirty thoughts to the back of my mind. This class will be over soon enough, and then I can take the time to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do about this situation.
Finally, a tone rings out from the speaker, and class is officially over. Leo shouts out some last minute instructions for how to prepare for the next class, and as I walk up the aisle toward the exit, Jaime, the boy who was sitting next to me, tries to talk to me. He’s interrupted, though, and I hear my name called from the front of the hall. Sternly, Leo says, “Kimmy, please stay behind and have a seat.”
Jaime shrugs, looking sorry for me. “Busted.”
I sigh, my nerves completely frayed as I wonder what Leo will say to me. “Guess that’s what I get for being late,” I say to Jaime, and wave a weak goodbye to him as I walk back down the aisle to Leo.
I sit down in the front row, across from Leo’s lectern where he still stands, waiting for the last students to trickle out of the lecture hall. When the room is finally empty, he walks back up the long aisle, closes the doors, and I hear a click. He’s locked them. I hear his heavy footsteps coming back to the front of the hall, but my eyes are fixed on the whiteboard at the front of the room. I have no idea what to anticipate, and I feel like if I can avoid his eyes, maybe this whole mess will just magically disappear. Finally, though, he’s back at the front of the room, leaning against the desk set up next to the lectern. I have no choice. I look up. From his super hip shoes, up his muscular legs and chest, eventually being brave, and looking him square in the eyes. I take a deep breath.
“Look, obviously I didn’t know you were teaching this class,” I try to explain. “I didn’t even know you were a professor-”
“You’re in big trouble Ms. Stevens,” he says, cutting me off mid-sentence.
I’m shocked to hear him say my last name since I’ve never told him. Then I realize my name is on his roster. He has access to my records. Anything the college has on record about me, he could know, too. I wonder if that’s what he was reading the whole time we were working on our assignments. I feel so naked and exposed, but not in a good way.
He stands in front of me, tall and beautiful, and domineering. I can just make out the outline of his dick starting to grow hard beneath his pants. My breathing comes in short gasps despite my mind telling me to stop. Slow down. Think about where you are right now!
He leans forward away from the desk until his eyes are level with mine. He smiles, knowing I was staring at his dick.
“I should spank you,” he says in a sultry, serious voice. “I don’t like when people are tardy. My classes are in high demand. There’s a wait list, you know?”
My pulse quickens. I want to resist him, but every part of my body aches to be touched by him.
Resist, my head screams, but as soon as my mouth opens, words I had no intention of saying come out. “You’re right. I’ve been extremely naughty. I deserve to be punished.”
His lips quirk up at the corner in a cocky grin. “Stand up and bend over the desk.”
Suddenly I’m nervous. It’s one thing to sext all of this, two anonymous people in the world, no chance of running into each other in person, letting real life interfere with our fantasies and games. But experiencing it in person, hearing these dirty things from his lips, it’s a whole other thing. It’s sexy, for sure, but also scary. I love his domineering energy, but I’m afraid of it at the same time. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. When it comes to sex, I’m not exactly experienced. I’ve had one boyfriend in my life. It lasted an entire year, but in that time we were barely physical. Just a lot of making out and fumbling and groping. When we finally decided to have sex, we broke up soon afterward. The entire experience was awkward and not exactly sensual. It was the first time for both of us, so we didn’t really know what we were doing. Since neither of us was in a hurry to do it again, and we were both sort of mortified in front each other that, we were both happy to go our separate ways.
I stand up, my legs and hands shaking as I consider the desk. Am I really going to do this? But before I can decide, Leo’s hand is between my shoulder blades and he gently pushes me down until my hands catch the edge of the desk and I’m half bending over. I stand like that for a few beats, hyperaware of Leo’s presence behind me, waiting for. . . What? A slap? A whisper in my ear? I’m in completely unchartered territory and it’s both terrifying and electrifying. I gasp when he reaches around to unbutton my jeans. I hadn’t expected that, but I’m stunned into silence. I hear the zipper of my jeans as he pulls it down, and then his rough fingers are on my skin, pulling the denim off my hips and down my thighs. He reaches back up and my panties follow. The cold air on my exposed ass feels strange, and again I find myself between two worlds. I see the white board in front of me with my class assignment written on it, and behind me is this man, a virtual stranger, whose next move I can’t anticipate but my body is already responding to it.