“Yes, see you tomorrow,” I say softly, smiling into his blue eyes. He makes my heart race. I look around the food court and spot Deena seated already with her food. She waves me over.
“Who was that gorgeous hunk of hotness you were talking to?” Deena asks raising her eyebrows at me.
“Professor Montgomery, my English teacher,” I sigh out, plopping myself into the chair across from her.
“He is definitely Close Encounter worthy, wouldn’t you say?” she giggles.
“Most definitely. The only problem is that I stammer like an absolute idiot in front of him. I don’t even use proper English in front of my English teacher,” I say, shaking my head.
“Hey, who said you have to do any talking,” naughty Deena says and I can’t help giggling along with her.
“True, very true,” we continue laughing.
“How about you, have you met any guys who would be Close Encounter worthy in one of your classes?” I tease her.
“Ah, I will find random guys at the Frat parties or exchanges,” she says with a wave of her hand.
“That’s probably a better place to find random hot guys. The problem with someone from a class is you would have that awkwardness of seeing them every day afterwards until the semester is over.” I agree with her there. Kara and Lexi have found us and take a seat.
“Hey girls, Clarissa has a hot English teacher for her first Close Encounter lined up,” Deena announces a little too loudly.
“Shhhh, and I do not!” I say as I glance around, hoping no one sitting near us overheard her.
“Ooo, you’re daring Clarissa. You both could get in trouble for something like that,” Kara chimes in, being the voice of reason.
“Yes, I know. Deena is being delusional. Don’t listen to her, you know she has a one track mind,” I say, rolling my eyes at her.
Chapter 4
clarissa
At the end of English today, as I’m walking out, Professor Montgomery catches my eye and motions for me to come up to his desk. He waits for the last student to walk out before speaking.
“Would you like to grab a bite together at lunch?” he asks.
“Okay, where shall we meet?” I ask, totally caught off guard by his invitation.
“Joe’s, it’s across the street on the east side of campus in the Crossroads Center. Be there at 1:00,” he instructs.
“See you then,” I nod and smile while walking out of his classroom, unsure of what just happened in there.
*****
I find my way to Joe’s and there’s mostly a local crowd here, surprisingly I don’t see many students or faculty. Professor Montgomery is already here waiting for me at a table outside on the patio.
“Have a seat, I’ll go in and order our lunch,” he commands in his authoritative Professor voice. I take a seat and wait for him to return.
“You managed to find a quiet, out of the way place. I’m surprised not many students or faculty are here eating,” I say once he sits down and brings our food.
“That’s why I like it here,” he replies.
“How long have you been teaching?”
“Two years here at SC.” This is followed by an awkward silence as he stares at me from across the table.
“Miss Clarkson, you caught my eye on the first day of class. You are an interesting combination of innocence and sophistication that I find immensely intriguing. I find myself wanting to get to know you better, as in much better…” he says his voice filled with innuendo. Whoa, his penetrating gaze sends a flush of heat through my entire body, simmering in my core. I have to look away; I know I must be blushing.
“See there it is, you’re blushing. Are you a virgin?” he asks, point blank.
“No,” is all I can answer demurely and I can sense my face flush at his forward question. Hey Clarissa, this is not how you go about getting four guys in the sack in one month, I scream to myself. I need to work on coming on stronger, although it seems the Professor is coming on strong enough that I won’t have to do a thing other than spread my legs for him. I think this to myself as a sly grin spreads across my face.
“What do you find so amusing Miss Clarkson?”
“Oh nothing, why do you ask?” I say, holding his gaze over my glass as I take a sip of my drink.
“You have a sly little smile playing across your face that I want to kiss off,” he says suggestively leaning in closer to me over the table in the crowded eatery. This older and more mature sexy man is an immense turn on. I’ve never been with an older guy.
“How old are you Professor?” I ask boldly, needing to know.
“Old enough to know better,” he replies raking his hand through his hair oh so sexily. I bite my lip.
“No, really, I’m curious?” I press.