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It was six in the morning and the sun had already rose to wake the day and Maya was already wide awake. For the past three days she'd been trying to write the speech for her English Lit class. Mr. Dawson was an uptight control freak and she was going to find out why. Even though Maya knew that in order for that to happen she’d have to have some sort of interaction with Mr. I’m-soo-hot-and-arrogant-but-I-have-a-stick-lodged-so-far-up-my-ass-that...okay! Maya had nothing. No funny comeback or conclusion to that sentence. Something about Mr. Dawson poked at her curiosity. Tearing the paper in her hands Maya let out a frustrated sigh and pushed off of her chair and walked over to her closet.

She quickly looked over at the time on her phone and ran a hand through her curly hair. She had approximately four hours until her class started with Mr. Dawson. Grabbing a sports bra and a pair of running shorts, Maya stripped out of her pajamas. Once she was dressed in her running gear, she grabbed her phone from her study desk and earphones and walked out of her door.

When she made it onto the near empty street Maya ran, pushing her body further and further to its limits. Running faster and faster, getting rid of the writer's block at hand. After running for thirty minutes Maya came to a slow jog, then eventually started to walk. Her thighs ached and her lungs burned but she welcomed the sensation. The music in her ears blasted loudly, as well as her heart beat, while she tried to catch her breath and think of what she could say in that two minute speech of hers. Instantly her mind went to Mr. Dawson. Why did he have to be dangerous...dangerously handsome? What about him drew her in? Was it his cold hard gaze or was it because he had a stench of mystery that hung on to him? Whatever it was Maya was going to find out what makes him tick and most importantly why she couldn't get him out of her mind.

With sweat dripping down Her body, she shuddered in disgust and turned on her heel and ran back towards her apartment building. If only Maya knew she wasn't the only person who had taken a morning run to get rid of frustrations. From across the street Mr. Dawson groaned as he watched Maya's supple breasts in the constraints of the small, tight pink sports bra. She turned around and ran back in the direction she had come.

During the past three days Mr. Dawson hadn't had the pleasure of sleep. His dreams were always invaded by hazel  eyes, pink pouty lips and that body he had only seen once but managed to remember each curve and every length. In the eighteen months he had been stationed at the university he had never met a girl like Maya. Feisty and oblivious to her own beauty. He knew that he could have any girl he wanted, heck most if not all of his students and female co-workers had tried to catch his attention some way or the other. But none had plagued his dreams like Maya had. He didn't even know her name, he just knew that she was a rare gem that he had to have but a voice yelled in his head that he had to focus on why he was here in the first place. All the control he had acquired throughout his life time had seemed to vanished when she had spoken to him that first day. It was a trend that took no less than ten minutes when it came to Maya.

Waking up this morning had been no different than the last couple of days, he woke with a hard on and his mind on the vivacious girl who left him angry and horny all at the same time on Monday. He pushed off his bed and entered his bathroom to relieve himself of the bulge in his boxers. When he was done he pulled on a pair running pants and a black hoody, like he had done every other day when he woke up to thoughts of Maya.

Today he knew he would see her again and definitely get her name. He ran down the road, along the beach. The salty chilly breeze bit at his cheeks as he continued to push on. Mr. Dawson went from a light jog into a frustrated sprint but stopped shortly when he saw chocolate curls and caramel skin. His body knew who it was before his brain could register it and instantly his hard on from before had returned. He watched as she came to a slow walk, clearly oblivious to the man with a bulge in his pants, staring from across the street like a creep. When she turned to run back he closed his eye and fought for control but miserably failed. He was going to need a cold shower.

After Maya's shower, she felt refreshed and ready for her lesson with Mr. Mysterious. Her mind was clear and she was able to write the two minute speech in record time. Shrugging on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black corset crop top and a black lace cardigan. Maya put on a pair of boot heels, she grabbed her things and made her way to the university.

It was only around nine o'clock when she arrived on campus. Maya still had about an hour to kill before she spoke in front of her whole English Lit class. Walking around aimlessly, she spotted a cute little coffee shop and walked towards it hoping to fill her stomach and calm the butterflies that started to bounce around in there. Although she was a fairly confident person and didn't give two shits about what other people thought, Maya was nervous about speaking in front of a large group of people. Heck she didn’t understand her own introvert extrovert tendencies.

The line in the coffee shop wasn't that long but it wasn't short either. One of the coffee machines must have broken or something because she spent about fifteen to thirty minutes waiting to get to the counter and order her hot chocolate since the coffee she had on her first day had fought with her bowels. When she finally made it, she decided to treat herself to a cookie as well. After receiving her food, Maya's eyes drifted to the clock that hung on the dark green wall, it read 09:45. Immediately thanking the barista who’s name she learned was Denzel, she made a dash for her class. Panting and breathing heavy Maya scoffed down her cookie before walking in. The class was half full and she tried to find the spot that she had sat in on Monday and much to her luck she found it vacant and slumped down and took out her laptop and her little speech.

            

"Hey" a deep voice (but not as deep as Mr. Dawson’s) said from her left. Maya looked up from her computer screen to the person who had greeted her. She was met with a dirty blonde guy with dark blue eyes. He was a good looking guy but nothing compared to Mr. Dawson. Shaking her head as if to settle her thoughts Maya looked up at the good looking boy.

"Hi" she said after doing a full analysis of the boy's features.

"I'm Thomas" he extended a hand to hers to which she returned and gave a firm handshake. Thomas couldn't help but be impressed with her grip. He could think of things she could do with that grip.

"Maya" she said with a smile and retracted her hand. This guy seemed decent enough, this was all she wanted, a friend.

"Did you write your speech?" Thomas asked while eyeing Maya. His eyes roamed her face then down to her chest. A cheeky smirk appeared on his face. Maya was completely oblivious to his hungry eyes as she responded.

"Yeah, I had a little trouble but I managed how about you?" she asked.

"Meh, I'm just going to wing it" he told her nonchalantly.

Maya was about to respond with something along the lines of "Let's hope Mr. Dawson doesn't chew you and spit you out" but she didn't get a chance to speak because the object of her frustration and major curiosity walked into the room. It was quiet at first which she hadn't noticed but then when she looked around she saw that half of the class was missing.

Mr. Dawson set down his briefcase and removed his suit jacket and placed it gently on the back of his chair. It was an Armani suit, although he had plenty of them in his closet, he still handled it with care. Before looking up to the class, he stared at the pile of transfer papers he had put there on Monday and saw that a good chunk of papers were taken. Fighting a small smirk he looked up to see a number of empty seats but that's not what took most of his attention. His eyes landed on the one girl who unexpectedly and inexplicably sent his body in a state of uncontrollable thirst. Squinting his eyes into slits he couldn't miss the blonde guy besides her, chatting off her ear.

Suppressing a growl he addressed the class "I see that half of the class made a wise decision by transferring. These transfer sheets are only here until our next class. After that you can't leave and you'll have to endure me for the rest of the semester" his voice was void of emotion but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Maya and the blonde next to her. "Now that that’s out of the way we can proceed with your speeches." Mr. Dawson sat down on his chair and pulled out an exercise booklet and a pen "based on your speeches I will create a seating chart. Those of you whom I feel are here to work will sit more to the front and the rest will be at the back. If you didn't bother with the assignment then I urge you to take a transfer form or remain at the back of the class."

"Another thing," he continued as if he was feeling spicy "if you manage to get to my extremely cold dead heart with your words you will have the opportunity to work one on one with me on your off days to give you a better understanding of the syllabus. Obviously we would have to coordinate schedules but this is a once in a life time opportunity because the assignments, apart from this one, will be exhausting and rigorous. And I expect nothing but your utmost best." He paused and looked at Maya again and saw that her cheeks were tainted red and the blonde next to her had an accomplished smirk. Mr. Dawson's grip on the pen in his hands was causing strain to the inanimate object and a small crack appeared on the length of its body, indicating his ever growing frustration.”Shall we start?" he gritted out more to himself than anyone in the class. "You over there with the black shirt" looked directly at Maya. Everyone in the room that had black shirts looked at Mr. Dawson with scared or lustful eyes but Maya knew she was talking to her.

Slowly she stood, she had her speech in hand and was about to speak but Mr. Dawson cut her off by holding up a single slender finger to which she gave him her most venomous glare.

"State your name before you say your speech" he said firmly, challenging her with his eyes. He knew she was pissed off for being cut off. The glare that rested on her face told him so, but he couldn't help but find the expression sexy. His manhood twitched in his pants and he shifted to accommodate his best asset.

"Maya Dupree" she spat out with clenched teeth, when she saw the smirk on Mr. Dawson's face she knew her irritation was making him happy so she placed a sickingly sweet smile on her face  - not before noticing his forehead crease and his eyes grow dark at the sound of her name. Shaking the need to understand his reaction she read from the paper currently suffering creased edges from her nervous hands.

"I like looking at you. Not you but all of you. I like watching the crazy things you do, not just the way you walk but the way you behave. I like thinking of the "what if's" and the "should I's". Should I step away from the shadows and join your infected word? Should I fake a smile on my face so that you don't feel guilty for shutting me out? What if I change who I am so that you like me? What if who I am and who I want to be are two people who would kill each other given the chance? What would happen? Let me tell you, you wouldn't care. You'd continue to ignore me and I'd continue to watch you from the shadows. You'd continue to shapeshift into a spineless chameleon using your powers to deceive the light hearted and I'd continue to fantasize about the day you fall. And what a great fall it will be. I'm obsessed with you. Not you but all of you."

Maya sighed then continued "I chose English Lit because I am obsessed with writing, despite my obvious lack in that department” she added with a shy laugh, gesturing to the increasingly damaged paper. “I’m addicted to reading and this is one of the few places where I can get my fix" and with that she sat down.

Mr. Dawson was speechless. Where did that come from? If he wasn't intrigued by this beautiful specimen before he was completely invested now. There was a multitude of emotions crashing at the shore of his chest. First being; anger. Her writing was beautiful, why would she think she lacked in that department? Why doesn’t she know how important she is? And why did shehave to be Maya. Second, pain. The amount of self control at his disposal was dwindling more and more every second and the fact that he didn’t have a choice but to not allow the last of his resistance fail like every other one of his resolves, since he came in contact with the reason why pants tighten around his crotch the more he looked at her, physically pained him. He had to try and remember why he was her and that there was one rule he never broke which was; he was not here to make friends or build any type of relationship. He knew there and then without that one rule and many other reasons, he would have made her his. Fuck school policy, fuck age differences or any problems that potentially stood in his way. He knew that all he would’ve wanted and would by all means necessary get was her but it was not that simple.

"Next.” He mumbled, exercising all his avenues of control. “You there, blondie next to Maya your turn” he said tasting her name in his mouth. Maya's face burned and her body felt electrocuted as she heard Mr. Dawson say her name. It did something to her body and she couldn't help the shiver that ran down her back.

"My name is Thomas. I like English Lit because I can express myself through it." Maya looked up at Thomas with furrowed brows as he said that one sentence then sit back down. What the fuck was that? She had gone into a long monologue in front of everyone and he just said approximately ten words.

"Is that it?" Mr. Dawson asked clearly not impressed and voicing Maya’s internal question.

"Yes, I took the simple approach" Thomas responded, turning to Maya and leaving her with his signature wink.

Mr. Dawson was ready to make an example of Thomas. He may not have the chance to be with Maya and for-fill all his fantasies but he can sure make sure that no one else flirts or even tries their luck with her. It just happened that he got to “deal” with Thomas as well. With a triumphant confidence in his body he moved to stand but soon realized that he has a problem in his pants that he couldn't show or surely the girls that were watching his every movement would attack him or blatantly prostitute themselves to him.

"Thomas" he said his name with such distaste "I need you to take all of your belongings, get up and move to the very back." Mr. Dawson gave no room for Thomas to respond "Next, you with he thick glasses."

Thomas reluctantly took all his stuff, mumbling distasteful words under his breath. The rest of the class went on without a hitch, by the time the class was coming to an end everyone had presented their speech and it was time for Mr. Dawson to announce who would get the quality one on one time with him. Maya had tuned out the rest of the speeches after the tenth person and was reading her book from behind the computer screen. When her body was set a light out of the blue she knew her name was being called and who’s deep velvet voice it belonged to. Looking up from the magnetizing words on the page she realized that all the speeches were done and that she had won the one on one time with Mr. Dawson. Maya looked around the room and girls were glaring at her in envy. She sighed Well there goes my chance of making having a gang.

"Mrs. Dupree, stay after class so we can coordinate schedules. As for everyone else, in the required material you were supposed to have for this class "The Reader" is the first book we are going to be tackling. Read the first ten chapters by Friday we will engage in an intense debate about its themes. Know your facts I will be asking questions at random." Mr. Dawson looked away from the students and wrote something in his book, when nobody moved he rolled his eyes "You are dismissed"

Eagerly the boys in the class left and most of the girls took their time in an attempted to bait Mr. Dawson. Some of them would 'accidently' drop their books and bend down provocatively in their shorter than short skirts.

Maya packed up her things and finished the now cold hot chocolate. She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked down to where Mr. Dawson was sitting writing in the black book. His eyes flickered to her then to the girls who lingered in the lecture hall.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" he asked the few girls who eyed him and Maya. His tone was irritated and they could see from his face that they shouldn't test his patients. When they finally slipped through the doors – and closed them as they left – Mr. Dawson stopped writing and sat back in his chair, eyeing Maya's outfit up close.

Her breasts were being held tightly in the black lace corset crop top, exposing enough, but leaving plenty to the imagination and imagination is something Mr. Dawson had. His fingers itched to touch the exposed skin of her flat smooth caramel stomach but he clenched them into fists in hope to restrain himself.

"Are you going to sit there and gawk at me or are we going to get this over with?" Maya used his own words from their encounter Monday against him and even dropped the cadence of her voice to imitate his deep tone. A satisfied smirk appeared on her lips. Mr. Dawson stood up and Maya gasped at the sight of his erection. Her core heated and so did her face, she immediately felt pressure at the bottom of her stomach and it wasn't the butterflies. She couldn't tear her eyes away. How did he fit all of that in his pants? The thought popped in her mind before she could remove her gaze.

"You like what you see?" Mr. Dawson asked and got whimper in response which made him smirk. He walked around the desk and sat on top of it right in front of Maya. "Give me your schedule" his extended his colossal hand waiting for her to place her schedule in it. Mr Dawson knew he was playing with fire the moment he got up but control is a pesky little thing when it came to this long legged bombshell in front of him.

"I only have your class" she fought to get a grip on her body. With a cough, Maya took a step back to think clearly, his expensive yet primal scent was confusing her.

"You didn't pick a minor?" he asked, lifting his eyebrow to further support his question. Maya hasn’t blinked since she stepped away, locking her eyes with his never faltering gaze she had all of his attention. He even licked his lips to gauge a reaction out of her.

"I want to be a writer. English is my Major it's that simple" Maya responded with a neutral expression firmly planted on her face. She knew the game he was playing, she had read about plenty of times. He would use his sex appeal and the sexual tension in the air to his advantage. That's what bad boys do. She couldn't let him to continue getting the best of her. Although he did catch her off guard with all the heat he was packing in his pants and although she was curious about this fine specimen that stood before her she was a competitor. She never lost a game and obviously to him this was a game.

"That simple huh" Mr. Dawson chuckled a bit, his smile not reaching his eyes but it didn’t take away from the fact that it was the purest sound she had ever heard. It was a sound that caused her panties to soak and her stomach to clench. Mr. Dawson unbuttoned his cufflinks with ease like he has done a thousand times and rolled his shirt up to his elbows. The veins on his forearms were distinguishable and Maya found herself taking a liking to them. Mr. Dawson smirked when her eyes locked onto his arms and hands, most probably thinking what he could do with those hands. The erection in his pants hardened at the thought forcing a guttural groan to escape his lips.

Snap out of it Maya you better pull yourself towards yourself!!She scolded herself maybe it's time to go on the offence.

Maya knew there was only one way to remove the smug smirk off his face and leave him speechless. She took a dangerous step towards him, trying to be sexy. She was imitating what she saw from the movies. When she reached Mr. Dawson she placed her hands on his thighs. "You know sir” she said, dropping her voice a few notes, making it come out all husky and bedroom like “you know my name but I don't know yours" her curiosity was taking over but the need to win this little game of torment was an underling factor for her actions.

Mr. Dawson released a strangled groan when she referred to him as sir. "Just call me Mr. Dawson" he managed to get out. No other female had ever - in all his years - evoked this kind of reaction. Her hands slid up his thighs agonizingly slow. His member twitched uncontrollably in his pants. His arousal was getting to a point of needing to be tended to.

"Aww but that's not fair is it" Maya leaned he body closer to his so that she could reach his ear to whisper her response. "I mean, if I knew your name don't you think all of this would be easier?" she continue to run her hands up his thigh, walking her fingers to add to the burning tension. The anticipation was killing him. Never had he been the one out of control and to the extent where his mind had no l**k to his body. This girl was doing things to him. In a last effort to send him over the edge she massaged his upper thighs, very close to his erratic friend.

"R-R-Reid" he moaned out "My name is Reid...Fuck!" Maya let out a little giggle in his ear, then pulled back from him.

"See you Friday Reid" she smiled cheekily at him as she turned to walk up the stairs and out of the lecture hall. Reid Dawson didn't comprehend what happened until she disappeared behind the door. Staying away from her was definitely going to be a whole task of its own.

"Fuck!"

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