Housekeeper For My Hot Professor

Jennifer's POV

“Mhmm!” My breath ragged as I stared at the shirtless handsome man in front of me with a perfect athletic build, and my throat parched when he winked at me. That shirtless man was my professor.

“Do you want it?” He asked in a sultry voice as he unhooked his belt walking towards me in slow strides, and my eyes stayed glued looking at his swollen budge.

I had always dreamed of days like this, where we wouldn't care about anything, and give in to our desires. Were my hot professor would fucked me, and I would be left asking for more.

“Yes, give it to me.” I blurted reaching for him, but the sounds of laughter jolted me out of my reverie, as I panted heavily

“What are you doing girl?” Vera, my friend slapped my arm, and that was when I noticed everyone in the class was looking at me. 

My mouth went wide in shock when I realized I was in class, and not in a hotel room with my hot professor. It was embarrassing to find everyone was looking at me as I ran wild with my imagination, he was looking at me too, and I was too embarrassed to lock gaze with him. What have I done?

How could I have a wet dream about my professor while I was in his class? It wasn't even a dream because I didn't take a nap. What was wrong with me?

But that wasn't the first time, it was hard to focus in my hot professor’s class, professor Sander. 

“Did you find my class that repulsive, Miss Kendrick?” His voice rang out, and I bit my lips in shame looking at the man with the perfect face and athletic build I have ever seen, I still couldn't believe he's a man in his early forties.

“I'm sorry, professor, it's just that I have trouble with sleep, and..” I was saying, but another voice interrupted me.

“Sounds more like I have trouble getting laid.” Daniel, the class clown, blurted, and the class erupted in laughter. 

“Shut it, Daniel. We are in our final year now, get a life already!” My best friend, Vera, stuck up for me, and I smiled at her.

“Stop that,” my professor cautioned Daniel, “And Ms. Kendrick don't lose focus in my class next time.” He said, and I nodded my head aimlessly, as I watched him conclude the class and walk out of the class.

That was my professor, Lyon Sander, the only man that could make you so wet only with his voice. I have had a crush on him ever since my Freshman year, and now I'm in my final year, but still couldn't get over my crush for him.

He's always in corporate clothes, but that doesn't hide his athletic build, which gave him his youthful look. He's the perfect example of a ladies man.

“Come back to earth, Jen!” Vera called, and I jolted out of my thoughts looking at my pissed friend, Vera. Vera has been my friend since highschool not minding my poor background, and my identity of being a scholarship kid, which was the reason I could attend one of the elite business schools in the country, SAN business college.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I'm asking you to stop fucking the professor in your head in class, that's not nice!” She teased, and I rolled my eyes at her. She knew about my little crush on my hot professor, which was the reason I couldn't date anyone on campus, and it ruined my dating life.

“But I think it's time you let go, it's not like you and professor could ever be a thing, or do you need to fuck him before you give up?” She asked, and I gasped.

“Stop talking dirty!” I cautioned, and she chuckled. “Why act so innocently? Is that not what you have been dreaming of? I mean just a one night stand with him won't be bad, maybe you can get over him completely with that.” She says, and a sigh escapes my mouth.

I didn't know if my crush on the professor would end if I slept with him once, but I didn't think that would be it. “Stop saying nonsense, you know I have my priorities set right, and I need…” I was talking, but a notification popped into my phone which interrupted me.

I checked my phone, and I noticed that it was from the bursary department notifying me about my college funds being cut off.

“What!” I screamed, interrupting Vera, but I didn't care. With this notification, I might not have classes to attend anymore. “I need to go to the bursary department, Vera, I think my future is in danger.” I said, and rushed out.

“What do you mean that my college funds have stopped? But my grades have been alright, how could that be?” I asked, but the coordinator just shrugged his shoulders. 

I got admission into the university due to a scholarship, but I heard that I was being cut off from the system because the foundation was suffering from donations. Left with no choice I checked the student loan, but I didn't qualify for it.

“What's this shitty situation!” I blurted in frustration. 

Where would I get my tuition f*e from in just a month? Exams start soon, and I couldn't risk taking breaks from school then.

I walked out of the building, and I took a look at the gloomy sky. It looked like it would rain, but I didn't care. My life was messy enough, I thought as I strolled to the school gate. The heavy downpour started, and students scurried around taking shelter from the rain, but I didn't falter in my steps, maybe I need to let it wash away my agony.

“Do you like the rain that much?” I heard a familiar deep baritone voice asked, and before I could turn around to check an umbrella was held over me, but long enough I saw the face of the person.

“Professor Sander!” I called, and I felt my inside hot just looking at his face in such close proximity.

“Are you not wet?” He asked, but my mind already went so wild that I couldn't answer his question properly.

“Yes, I'm wet for you.” I blurted, but bit my lips immediately the words left my mouth.

What have I said?