PROFFESOR KELVIN

Mia.

 I didn't sleep well last night. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Professor Kelvin. The way he washed his hands calmly while I was being hammered against the sink.

This morning, I had his class next. I rushed out of my first class, hurrying to see ‘Professor Calm Face.’ I wanted to be the first person he saw—the first in the class.

As I walked into the lecture hall, Professor Kelvin was already there. He was leaning over his desk, looking at some papers. Fuck. He looked even bigger today. His white shirt was stretched across his back, like any little stretch would rip it apart.

I licked my lips, wishing myself good luck on the next step I was about to make.

"Good morning, Prof," I said, in a sweet, innocent voice.

He didn't look up. "Morning," he replied sternly.

Okay, but that’s not a sign to give up.

I walked closer to him, leaning against his desk. I made sure to arch my back so my chest was pushed out. I reached out a finger and touched the edge of his laptop.

"I so much loved your lecture yesterday, Prof; it was very interesting," I whispered.

He raised his head; our eyes met. "I learned a lot about... impulses. And I'm ready to learn more…" I said, rolling my tongue on the "more."

His brows squeezed and his eyes narrowed as he looked at me like I was a mosquito he wanted to kill.

"Is that so, Miss Gonzales?"

Oh… he already knew my name. meaning he must have done a little research. 

Nice…

I bit my lips, slowly releasing them while twisting my body. "Yes, Prof."

"Then use your impulse control to go and sit your ass down. Students are arriving," he commanded with a cold voice, void of emotion.

I felt like he slapped me across the face! My face went hot. No guy had ever talked to me like that. Usually, one look and they are drooling.

"I just thought—"

"Go. Sit," he snapped, cutting me mid-sentence and pointing to the empty rows of seats.

“Prof—”

“To your Seat!”

I turned on my heels, my teeth clenched; I was boiling with anger. Fine. I see he wants to play hard. Hard is exactly what I like. Let the game begin.

Minutes later, the hall had been filled up. Everyone knew the last row was mine.

Nobody dared to sit with me. It gave me a clear view of the whole room, and more importantly, a clear view of Kelvin.

He started the lecture. He was talking about "Social Behavior." His voice was deep and steady, echoing through the hall. It was time to activate the game spirit in me.

I reached for the first button of my shirt; I popped it open. Then the second. Then the third. I could feel the cool air of the AC on my skin. I reached behind my back and unhooked my black bra. It was tricky doing it inside my shirt, but I was a pro. I slid the straps off my shoulders and pulled the bra out through my sleeve.

Right as Kelvin turned to look at the back of the class, I lifted the bra high. I gave him a slow, wicked smile, waving the bra at him like a flag.

I saw it. His voice paused, slowed just for a split second. His eyes widened just a tiny bit. His hand, which was holding a marker, tightened around the object. Then, he cleared his throat, looked away, and continued talking like nothing happened.

But guess what? Mia wasn't done.

I opened my shirt wide. I didn't care who saw, but I knew the students in front were too busy taking notes, too busy listening to whatever social gibberish Professor Kelvin was giving.

I pulled my shirt further apart, and my breasts bounced out. My nipples were hard and pointing from the air conditioning. I sat back, letting them breathe, and waited for Kelvin to turn back to the class.

Eventually, he did.

His eyes caught me, and he stopped talking completely. The whole class went silent, probably wondering why he stopped talking. He was staring straight at me. I saw his Adam's apple move up and then down as he swallowed hard. His face went from pale to a dark, heated red. That cold mask was getting warm.

"This class is over," he said suddenly. His voice was rougher now. "Except for Miss Gonzales. Stay behind," he commanded.

The room emptied fast. Jax tried to look back at me, but I waved him away. I took my time buttoning my shirt—but I didn't do the top three, and I also didn't put the bra back on.

I walked down to the front in the now-empty room. Just me and this big man.

"What was that?" Kelvin asked. He was standing behind his desk, his hands gripping the edge so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"What was what, Prof?" I asked, acting innocent.

"The stunt in the back. The bra. The... everything."

"Oh, that?" I laughed, then I walked closer and leaned down over his desk. I made sure I leaned very low—so low that my braless breasts were spilling out of my half-open shirt right under his nose.

"Sorry, Prof. The heat in this school is too much. My babies needed air, so I had to free them. I mean, you know how it is."

Kelvin stood up straight, eyes narrowed.

"Listen to me, and listen well, Miss Gonzales," he hissed. "I am not one of your small-boy admirers. I am not one of those fuck-boys you mess around with," he stated, his voice firm. 

"Don't ever try that nonsense in my class again. If you do," he paused, "I will have you expelled before you can even moan."

Surprisingly, I didn't flinch. Every word that came off that baritone voice sent heat to my body. I leaned even further onto the table, pressing my bare skin against the smooth surface of his desk, right in front of him.

"Yes, DADDY," I whispered.

That was it. Kelvin’s eyes went dark—totally black. He looked like he wanted to kill me or eat me alive. For what seemed like five seconds, he didn't move.

Then, he reached out, his hand pointing at the entrance on the left.

"Get out," he rasped. "Now!"

I smiled, tucked my bra into my bag, and walked out. I knew I had him. The "Human Behavior" expert was about to lose his mind over a student's behavior.

I can't wait for tomorrow.