Lover (Court University 4)

“First thing’s first,” I said. “I’m pretty laid-back, but I abhor lateness. In all forms. I don’t start late. I don’t like late. I promise I’ll show up for you guys, on time, and I expect the same in return. I respect you guys enough to not waste your time, so I just ask that I get that from you too.”

A general consensus with their nods, so it seemed like we were clear, but then, the door creaked open and the gates of chaos and trickery unfurled its wicked mischief directly into my classroom, a man in sharp black gliding in with a brown leather cross bag strapped to his broad chest. He wore all black down to his suede shoes, laced and immaculate beneath the cuff of his twill pants, his dress shirt left a button or two open and hugging his tapered frame. The entire room directed their eyes to him, just like me, but unlike them, they got zero of his attention.

That, well, was reserved for me.

He stopped on me, almost like he’d been looking for me, but clearly, he hadn’t, his steps slowed, his mouth parted. He even looked around to make sure he was in the right place.

I had the feeling he was.

I had a feeling someone hated me, had to because no way was he in there right now.

No way was he in my class.

But sure enough, even from the back of the room, those thick curls swayed in their awesome way, those eyes danced and that smile ticked right as the seconds passed. Out of the periphery, someone tapped him with a syllabus, making room when he took his attention off me long enough to take the handout, then the seat they offered. He sat right in the back, fingers laced and popping his focus in my direction. That smile never left.

And I was dead.

Ramses

Dude.

What the fuck?

But there she was, right there at the head of the class like some slow-reeling fantasy, a wet dream in her tight pants, ankle strap heels, and a black top that glided easy silk over her glorious rack. She nearly peeped side boob out of the side of it, fucking hot and had me seriously about to adjust my shit right under this damn desk. I almost hadn’t even made it into class today, a scheduled board meeting with my name on it. It was my first one, and I hated to move it, but I had class and the board had been accommodating. There’d been more than one moving piece to make that happen though and I literally had to wait until confirmation this morning before hopping in my ride and huffing it to class. The board agreed to get me in tomorrow, so I made it here today.

In front of Brielle, apparently.

Brielle, my professor, with her gorgeously matte lips and firecracker personality. I was about ninety percent sure she’d been chewing out the class before I walked the hell in here. I caught the tail end of it as I opened the door and the class had been silent. I questioned turning around at the sound of a spiel about being late but figured I could take the handling. I wouldn’t let it happen again and would apologize to my professor for the error.

My professor.

Fucking gorgeous and in awe of the situation just as much as me. She hadn’t said anything when I’d come in, and since I’d been surprised to see her myself, I merely took my seat before letting her continue. She did, albeit, after a beat. She flicked a lock of that silky black hair of hers, taking the time to pull it around like she could ever, in her life, cover up how awesome her chest was. In the end, she opted to return her jacket on, flipping out her hair over its boxy shoulders. She looked like a real professor up there, a doctor apparently. She had her presentation all up on the projection screen and with a hurried urgency dove right into it without addressing me or our situation at all. At the present, she was going to act like it never happened, like we never happened, and since we were in a room full of her students and my, well, classmates, I didn’t blame her.

How had I found you again?

She’d been slippery, slithered right away out of my life, and I’d allowed that to be divine intervention. We’d gotten together in a weird way, a given, and I was going to let the universe do whatever the fuck it wanted. I’d tested Mother Earth enough to know better than to fuck with her again. If Bri didn’t want to see me, cut this shit off, I was going to let it happen and be at peace with how the cards ended up falling. I really was busy and didn’t have time either and honestly, really had no business getting involved with a woman. Not right now, not at all and here one continued to fall into my lap.

I pretended to follow along with the syllabus, listen to her with the rest of my classmates, but there wasn’t a moment where I didn’t follow her mouth to the rest of her, to that banging body, thighs all thick and supple beneath her tight pants like they were made for squeezing hands, my hands. In fact, the moment I knew I started to drift into creeper territory was when my focus did go back to what she was saying, and the fact she was doing everything in her power not to look at me. Typically, in these first classes the professors either had us read the syllabus ourselves or take turns reading out loud while the professor followed along. But this allowed room for silence and wandering eyes, clearly, on Brielle’s part. Reading herself kept her busy, kept her eyes off me, because the moment she slipped up, whether from fleeting attention or stumbling across a word, our eyes immediately clashed. We were back in her home.

We were back in her bedroom.

She was back with me while I made her moan beneath her sheets or in the middle of her empty living room. I idly wondered if she had furniture now, envisioning licking her clean on her sofa, coffee table…

“All right. I’ll see you all later in the week.”

My gaze flicked up to see her packing, quickly, while students squeaked their chairs out and exited swiftly in manner. A second flick gave me the wall clock and the fact we’d wrapped after only twenty minutes of lecture wasn’t lost on me. That was a new record for a first day’s class, leaving ten maybe fifteen minutes early not unusual for the first day.

Yeah, she was trying to get out of here.

But seeing as she had a lot more stuff to put away and shut off than the rest of us, not right this minute. I scooped up my syllabus, shoved it in my bag, then helped her, grabbing extra syllabuses left behind.

I sauntered up to the front of the room after that, no one surprised more than me to find my heart racing as the seconds before our impromptu reunion disappeared along with the space between us.

What is she doing to me?

Something, my grin easy as I came to a stop in front of her. She had herself tucked away behind the podium but had to step around to get the extra syllabuses left behind. Seeing I already had them, her heels squeaked back on the tiles, nearly stumbling, but I had her covered there too.

My hand shot out with precision, those reflexes from playing ball in the past good for something.