BRANDON
Holy shit.
As if I needed my day brightening up even more, there she was. The foxy broad who I’d had a great time fucking at the bar was in my class. Sitting right in front of me, tempting me like crazy. That outfit, that preppy little good girl outfit—it was like she knew I’d be here.
Hot damn, this really was a good career move for me, wasn’t it? I knew it would be, but shit, I didn’t think it’d bring me closer to her. I didn’t think I’d get some eye candy as I worked.
I shot her a smile.
All the color drained from her cheeks.
She was afraid, all anxious. Shit, I enjoyed seeing that look in her eyes. Those panicked, Bambi eyes. I wasn’t going to be able to teach a thing if I was hard as a rock.
I would have her by the end of the day, no doubt about it.
I’d bend her over my desk.
Get her on her hands and knees in my office, sucking my dick.
Hell, even pressed up against the window so everyone could see, I don’t care. It would be better if everyone knew that she was mine anyway.
“I’m Professor Wilson,” I declared proudly, my commanding voice booming around the room. I didn’t give a shit what the rest of the people in the room thought of me, but she needed to know I was in control. “Welcome to NYU. I think we’re going to have a very interesting year.”
* * *
Whispers about the ‘hot new prof’ circled the classroom as everyone filtered out.
I paid no attention.
“Christine Ashford?” She snapped her head around to stare at me in surprise. Maybe even a little bit of horror as well. I couldn’t resist a smirk. “I need you to stay behind after class.”
Her friend, the other girl from the bar on the very first might we met, shot me a knowing look. She wouldn’t say anything; no way she’d want to get her friend in trouble.
We were fine.
I folded my arms across my chest and stared down at the blonde-haired beauty I’d had so much fun with, wondering what was running through her mind. She couldn’t even meet my gaze, but I knew the memories were there. Look at how she blushed. Adorable.
“Professor Wilson?”
Aww, was she trying to be cold and distant with me? Not going to work.
“Christine, who’d have thought we’d end up meeting again? Mind coming into my office with me?”
“Why?” She wasn’t moving an inch.
“Because you and I need to have a little talk.”
“I didn’t know you were going to be a professor here. I never would have…we wouldn’t…well, you know.” She shrugged helplessly. “I don’t want it to be an issue. I’m not going to say anything to anyone. I just want to learn…”
I leaned in so I could whisper right into her ear. “Not the kind of talk I was planning on.”
Dumbstruck, with nothing left to say, she followed me all zombie-like into my office. My own personal space at the back of the classroom where I could store all my belongings and have private meetings with my students.
Well, one student in particular.
I clicked the door closed behind us, smiling the whole time. The sound of that click left us very much alone, blocking the rest of the college out. They might as well not exist.
“Should we really be doing this?” she whispered. “Now that you’re my professor?”