Tempting Professor Jeff (1)

Anna pov 

I leaned back in my chair, twirling my pen between my fingers, trying not to stare… but let’s be honest, I was failing miserably.

Professor Jeff was at the board, writing notes with his sleeves rolled up. The tiny flex of his arm as he moved, the way his tie brushed against his chest… my stomach flipped with every little movement. I couldn’t help the quickening of my pulse, the little shiver running down my spine.

God… he’s ridiculously… perfect. And just thinking about him… I bit my lip, feeling a heat rush through me. I wish he could take me now…

“Anna,” Mia whispered beside me, elbowing my arm.

I blinked. “What is it?”

“You’ve been staring for, like… five minutes.”

I smirked, lowering my voice. “So?”

Mia rolled her eyes. “So… that’s Professor Jeff. He’s your professor.”

I shrugged, leaning forward slightly. “Exactly. And?”

She shook her head. “You’re crazy.”

I didn’t argue. I just watched him from the corner of my eye. Every step he took between the desks made my pulse spike. I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, the little flutter in my chest, the way my fingers tightened around my pen without me realizing it.

Imagine him standing just behind me, leaning over my desk… lips barely a breath away… oh yes… fuck me daddy.

I shook my head, pretending to focus on my notes, but my eyes kept darting to him. My imagination refused to be tamed.

“Tell me something,” I murmured to Mia.

She looked at me warily. “What?”

“If someone wanted to get his attention… how would they do it?”

Her eyes widened. “Anna, you can’t be serious.”

“Don’t I look serious?” I asked, flicking my pen against my notebook.

“Uh… yeah. No… wait. You’re insane.”

I smiled, biting my lip slightly. “Maybe. But I like a challenge.”

My mind wandered as I imagined all the ways I could get him to notice me. Sitting just a little too close… laughing at something only he would get… maybe brushing past him when he walked by… letting my hair fall in a way that caught his eye… 

I glanced at Mia, who looked mortified but amused at the same time. “You really think you can do it?” she whispered.

I shrugged, feigning innocence. “Maybe. But… I do love a good challenge.”

Just then, Jeff walked past my row, glancing down at my notebook. My chest tightened, heart hammering.

“Miss Anna,” he said, calm and steady, and I nearly swallowed my tongue.

“Yes, Professor?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

His gaze drifted over my notes. “You seem… distracted today.”

I let a teasing smile curl at my lips. “Maybe I just need… extra help with the material.”

For a moment, our eyes locked, and my heartbeat went crazy. Every little detail of him seemed to burn into my memory: the sharp line of his jaw, the faint crease in his brow, the deep calm in his eyes.

Oh yes… he noticed. 

Then he straightened, clearing his throat. “My office hours are posted online.”

I leaned slightly forward, voice soft but confident. “Oh, I know.”

I caught the tiniest hesitation in his eyes. Small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

Step one: get his attention. Step two… well, that’s for later.

As he walked back to the front, I couldn’t help the smirk curling across my lips. My stomach did another little flip, pure excitement this time.

I leaned back, pretending to review my notes, but my mind raced with possibilities.

What if I stayed after class today and he pins me to the chair?

What if I asked a “personal flirty question" under the guise of extra credit? 

What if I let him see just how daring I could be? 

Maybe just a little flirt at the end of class… the kind that made him pause just thinking about his lips on my perky tits…

Maybe let him catch me “accidentally” glancing a bit too long that he would be eager to fuck me…

Mia nudged me again. “Stop staring, seriously.”

I turned to her, voice low and teasing: “And miss this? Not a chance.”

The way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he made me feel without even trying… it was intoxicating. I felt like I could get lost in him forever, and yet, I knew the real fun would come from the chase.

By the end of the lecture, a plan was forming in my mind — little dangerous, little thrilling, and completely me. My heartbeat slowed just slightly, but the anticipation left a low hum in my chest that I couldn’t shake.

Yes… this is going to be fun.