“Will you please hand these out?” I asked, handing him the stack of papers. He took them without a word and started passing them around.
My gaze went to Emma again to see her trying her best not to look at me. I could tell she was blushing much easier since I got to see her with light. She was stunning. The dark hair I’d thought was brown was actually auburn which suited her complexion nicely, especially when she was blushing.
That fucking innocent blush was going to do me in. Just the sight of her was getting my dick excited, which wasn’t good. Not in the middle of a classroom. I shouldn’t have neglected my needs after the morning’s episode.
Looking away, I took a deep breath. I needed to stay focused.
Walking to the door of the room, I turned the lock and turned to the students. They were either looking at me or glancing at the other students around them. They probably knew in that moment I wasn’t going to be going easy on them.
“Rule number one in this classroom: if you aren’t here by eight, you won’t enter through that door,” I said, pointing to the door I’d just locked which had students trying to pull it open. I walked back to my desk and stood behind it to continue. “Rule number two: do not interrupt my class by leaving the room, unless it’s an emergency. If that means you need to slow your intake on the coffee in the morning, then do so. I can’t forbid you to leave the room, but that door is locked on the outside.” I looked around at some of the students who I was sure were wishing they’d peed before they came into the room. “Rule number three: no phone usage in this classroom. I know some students use their phone to record, and that I will accept. However, if I see you playing with your phone in any way while I’m trying to teach, I will—not so politely—tell you to leave. It is your choice to be here, and I don’t need you to disturb others who are trying to learn.”
I took a moment to let all of it sink in, and then I looked at Emma to make sure she was looking at me and paying attention. She was.
Grabbing a blank piece of paper from my satchel, I held it up and looked at the guy I’d given the stack of syllabi to. He got up and walked to my desk. “What is your name?” I asked him.
“Steven.”
I handed him the paper and then addressed the class. “Steven here is going to write his name on that piece of paper and then pass it to the next person to do the same. After today, I will have a piece of paper on my desk for you to sign when you come in. I will keep attendance in this class and give five extra points on any test you take at the end of the semester. You only get those points if you don’t miss any classes, so keep that in mind,” I informed the students as I walked to the front of my desk and sat down. “As you can see,” I said, pointing behind me at the board, “I’m Professor Cline. Yes, I can see some of you recognize the name. John Cline is my father and no, I will not be following in his footsteps.” I glanced at Emma again to see if she showed any sign of recognition, but I got nothing. She just looked at me with fascination like most of the students were. “If any of you don’t know who my father is, then do your research. Once you graduate law school, you’ll want to get on with the best of the best. He’s one of them.”
Grabbing the syllabus, I went over everything we’d be discussing in the class. Not in too much detail, but just enough so they’d be prepared. Then, I went into teaching my first day’s worth of work.
“Learning the law is like learning another language. Today, I’m going to start by going over some of the rules of criminal law. These are very important for you to know for your final exams.” While speaking, I looked around the room at all of the students, my gaze landing on Emma more than a few times. Having her in class wasn’t going to be easy. I had already made up my mind the other night to proposition her, so I’d just have to do it sooner rather than later.
Chapter 7
Emmalynn
The first hour of the class flew by and I did my best not to look up from my notes as I typed them, but I couldn’t help it. Everything about him called for my attention. The way he leaned back against his desk, the way he rubbed at the scruff on his chin. Those eyes that seemed to find their way to me every time I looked up from my computer. I found myself letting my own drift over his body as he spoke to the class, stopping where I knew a bulge was hiding. I bit the inside of my cheek and felt my ears heat as I remembered that night at Costello’s. He knew exactly what he was doing and a fire had been lit.
I looked back up to Professor Cline’s face only to see he was looking at me with a smirk. “Let’s go ahead and take a break. Be back in ten minutes,” he said, looking at me the whole time. Then he got up from his desk, unlocked the door, and walked out.
I frowned at myself as I closed my computer. I really needed to get a grip on this. I couldn’t be fawning over my teacher.