Professor Cline: Revealed (Professor #1)

“I think that’s enough for today. I’ll see you all on Wednesday,” I heard him say as I was typing out the rest of my notes. I glanced up to see him erasing the board and checked the time. These hours are going to go by so quick. It made me nervous that I wouldn’t be able to retain it all.

I closed my laptop and quickly packed up my things. I didn’t want to be the last person in the room, but as soon as I stepped off the stairs I heard him call my name.

“Ms. Blake, can I see you for a moment?”

I turned my head his way. He was packing up his things and talking to two other students, the women I’d heard talking about him earlier in class. One of them turned to glare at me, giving me the stink-eye, but I looked away to stare at my shoes. I didn’t walk to his desk, thinking it would be best to wait for the women to get done ogling over the professor. I was in no hurry to have my embarrassment continued.

Hearing footsteps, I looked up to see the girls walking out of the classroom. Everyone was gone by that point except the two of us. I bit my lip and felt a pang of anxiety as he started toward me.

“Follow me, Ms. Blake,” he said in a commanding tone as he walked past me.

Without a question, my feet moved and I followed him out the door. I walked slightly behind him as we made our way around the corner at the end of the hall. He didn’t look back to see if I was following either, like he knew I would obey. It was annoying that just by his tone I’d be so willing to do as he pleased and yet there I was, following like a puppy.

“Can you tell me what this is about?” I finally asked as he came to a door.

He pulled out a key and opened it, entering without looking behind him or answering my question. I should’ve stayed where I was and demanded to know what he wanted, but my curiosity won out.

I walked into the room and noticed it was an office. There was a desk to the right with stacks of papers and to the left was a bookshelf filled with books. Most of them, I noticed, were law books.

“Please close the door,” he said as he put his satchel down next to his desk.

I closed the door and turned to his bookshelf because I couldn’t look at him. Not yet anyway. Just being in that small space alone with him was causing all kinds of scenarios to run through my head. Scenarios I shouldn’t be thinking about because he’s my professor.

“Do I make you nervous, Ms. Blake?” I heard from behind me.

I turned to see him standing only a foot away, arms folded across his chest and his eyes focused on me.

“N…no,” I stuttered like an idiot. I couldn’t focus with him being so close to me. I looked to see if there was a seat for me to sit in, but there was nothing, only the one behind his desk.

“Do you find me attractive?” he asked, his voice deep with want.

My cheeks flushed. What? “No,” I tried to say convincingly.

He smirked. “So if I told you I wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you right now, what would you say?”

My mouth hung open in shock and I knew at any moment I’d feel my panties getting wet. Just the thought made my breathing pick up a notch.

“I’d say that was entirely inappropriate,” I finally managed to say.

He laughed. “Because you have a boyfriend?”

“Because you are my professor,” I stated.

My reply made him smile. “So, the boyfriend doesn’t matter then?” he asked.

He inched his way closer to me, causing me to take a step back. My back was met with the bookcase and my eyes widened as he filled the empty space between us.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. His smell was overpowering my senses, and I could feel my lower half clench.

I needed to get control of myself. “We broke up,” I confessed as I gazed into his eyes. It was a bad move on my part. I knew his eyes were beautiful, but since I was so close they looked like the ocean on a bright sunny afternoon. I wanted to dive in and get lost for days.

“Ms. Blake, would you rather I not be your professor?”

“W…what?” I asked, shaking myself out of my fantasy. “No, I have to take this class.”

“And you will. But I’m giving you the option to transfer to another professor. I can make that happen for you if it would make you feel more comfortable.” I looked at him confused. Did I want to have a different professor? He leaned down to my ear, bracing himself with the bookshelf, and rubbed his lips against my ear lobe. “This is going to happen, princess. I knew it from the moment I saw you.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”

He was so close to me I could feel the warmth coming off his body. It mixed with the heat from my arousal, causing me to sweat. I could feel a bead of it slide down my cleavage. He was so intense I didn’t know how to handle it. The thought of telling him to go to Hell had crossed my mind, but the words never left my lips. He was so confident I would say yes and yet, I didn’t want to say no.

“Wednesday after classes. Let me take you to dinner.”

I frowned. “Wouldn’t that get you into trouble if someone saw us out together?” The words I shouldn’t have been saying were leaving my lips. I should have automatically told him no.