DESIRES

               DESIRES

   I had not believed my eyes despite seeing Anne's influx of texts, all in different variations of the same thing, the one thing I had never imagined in my entire life. Annie had gotten me private lessons with Professor Vaughn Walker, my ethics professor. That's right, the same professor whom I had the hots for, and the very one who drew me semi nude.

  “What do you mean you got me private lessons with Professor Walker??” I asked as soon as the line connected.

I hear her take a deep breath, probably counting in her head like she taught me to numerous times.

 “Good afternoon to you to Roxy.”

I snort, it was an understatement, it was a perfect afternoon. But she wouldn't know that.

 Taking my snort to mean she should not have done that, Anne sighs.

“Look Roxy, i know it might have been a little busy body of me. But i couldn't help it, it is usually my last resort so I had to pull it, considering the fact that you are graduating next year.” 

Her words mean absolutely nothing to me. I just wanted to confirm that I was not seeing things.

 “Thank you so much Anne. You have no idea what you have just done for me.” I squeal into the phone.

 I could almost see her blinking in confusion. I tuck my phone between my shoulder blades and my ear as I eased my car into parking. 

“What? You.. you aren't mad at me?” She sounds dumbfounded. I can't blame her, I have basically refuted all her efforts at trying to make me a decent student.

 “of course not. I thought about it over the weekend, and you are right. My parents should not be the reason I have to be in school longer than I should.” I say this lie with the most enthusiasm I could muster as gratitude towards someone who put me where I could only dream of being.

 In excitement, I revved my engine, laughing as it purred to life.

“Roxanne were you talking to me and driving? Do you understand the risk which you have just taken??”

I roll my eyes at her speech, today was her day, she could have it.

“By the way, what time does the class start? And where does it hold? In his office?” I hope my voice did not sound too hopeful at the end of my question. I have been in his office at least twice now, and i know the thoughts I have had for his always smooth and shiny mahogany table.

 “The classes start by four and end by six, venue is at the lecture hall he uses to teach you.” 

Only two hours? It was less than I would have hoped for, but again, twenty four hours were not going to be enough for me with all of my desires.

 My eyes land on the digital clock on my dashboard  and i see the time is 4:55pm, my eyes bulge and curses fly from my lips, I say an abrupt goodbye to Anne and jump out of my car.

 The lecture hall was on the other side of the building, I parked close to his office. I had to sprint if I wanted to make it there in time. I could not make him wait for me any longer, if only I saw the text earlier. I don't check my phone when I go to the beach, it was me time, I only saw the text because I needed to call the guy who kept my surfing gear.

 I enter the lecture hall in a rush, an apology for being late on my lips, but it dies when six pairs of eyes turn to  the back of the hall to face me. My face grows hot instantly in embarrassment. Mostly because I thought it was only going to be the two of us.

 “Roxanne Harrington?” His smooth baritone echoed from the front of the hall. 

I gulped, this was the second time in three years that voice had been directed at me personally, my stomach flipped and my core pulsated. I knew my voice was going to fail me so I nod.

 “Come sit here.”

Oh the dominance that radiated off him. My legs worked on their own to sit at the back, besides a girl with cropped hair.

 “You are late.” He states, but his sexy eyes pin me down, waiting for an explanation. My entire body reacts to his eyes, all of my nerve endings felt alive and extremely hot. I could feel the heat pool in my core, my nipples hardened in anticipation, I had always used this image of him pinning me down to play with myself when I had the chance, but it can not compare to the real feeling of it happening. 

 “Sorry.” I mumbled after staring for too long.

Our eyes meet and he holds my stare, my entire body lights up as his grey eyes pin me down, my throat runs dry, all of my bodily fluids pooling between my legs. I look away first so he doesn't place me as his personal nude muse.

 He clears his throat, as if remembering that this is a class.

 “Like I was saying before Roxanne walked in..”

At the sound of my name on his lips, my legs clenched tighter. The name sounded so much better coming from him.

 “Oh my god, you guys should get a room, and wipe the drool off your chin before you go into the room.” The girl with the cropped hair whispered to me.

 I blink, feeling like a deer in headlights.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

I say as I try to calm my racing heart. My ears strain to hear past just his voice, but the only thing I can hear is his rich baritone. No words.

 “Yeah, if it isn’t the oldest excuse in the book.”

I side eye her, and i notice two things at once, she is beautiful and the cropped hair makes her look smoking hot.

 “Aren't you here for the extra lessons?” I hiss through my teeth.

“But watching you eye fuck our professor here is much more fun.” She whispers so only i can hear.

I wince, nobody had ever noticed that before. Was I being too obvious?

 “I don't know what you're talking about.” I insist.

“So why are you blushing so hard?”

My eyes bulge and i quickly look away. Cropped hair girl chuckles loudly, garnering the attention of other students. I regret sitting beside her and i am grateful when everybody else starts packing up. I was too busy focusing on the delicious shivers that kept rolling down my spine with each word he uttered that I missed the entire lecture, as always.

 “Aren’t you glad?”

I turn to cropped hair girl, ready to put her in her place, “About what?” 

She smiles innocently, “You were made the class leader, courtesy of me by the way. You'll get to communicate with him on daily basis.”