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"W-Why?" I stuttered. I have swallowed the rice even though I haven't chewed it much yet. I think I'm gonna get choked. She smirked. "He's our professor in Algebra.” I was dumbfounded. He really is a professor. I couldn't understand why I felt nervous and scared. Did I really think he would go to school to study again? Fuck, I just want to transfer to another school. My gut is telling me that I should stay away from Rajiv. I feel like something bad is going to happen whenever we bump into each other.

I swallowed hard again, my saliva felt like hot Cheetos - hard to swallow. He smirked, knowing the gasp was for him. He ticked his angular jaw, his perfectly sculpted face glazed with amusement. He turned around and wrote on the board. All I could do was stare at him. His back view was Terrific. I wonder if he would allow me to touch his chest after the class. I needed him to look at my note anyway. I anticipated the end of the class. After it ended, I grabbed my note and told Isaac I was going to see the professor. He nodded briefly as he was busy talking to his friends.

"You coming? We're grabbing food." Jessica twirls a strand of hair around her finger, her eyes darting to Jerome. "Professor Laurent," she purrs, "are we free to go?" Jerome doesn't even look at her. His gaze lands on me. "Almost." The room goes quiet. Then he pushes off the desk and walks slow, deliberate until he's standing over my ruined sketch. His shadow swallows the paper. "Care to explain this, Miss Veldt?" I swallow. "It's... abstract."

"Don't play dumb. It doesn't suit you. I’ve been teaching at this university for a long time. I know the faculty. And I know Adrian." She used his first name. She didn't say Professor Cross. I didn't react. I channeled the exact same cold, impenetrable wall Adrian used when he was shutting a threat down. I kept my chin up and my eyes locked directly on hers, refusing to give her an inch. "I don't see what my history professor has to do with my literature class," I said simply.

I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled. My eyes returned to the podium and when I did our eyes ran into the other. Killian wore a dark pants and a lilac top, the shirt covered the tatoos but from the way he was built and his look he was the perfect definition of an hot professor. My own step brother is the professor of the one class that I needed more than anything, how could this even be. Class ended with Killian paying little or no attention to me and right now I was standing just beside my hall as I rang my mom's phone for the fifth time.

“I’ll definitely focus on my textbooks and lock in. You're a lifesaver.” We sat quietly for a minute, him munching and me fiddling with my phone case to keep my hands busy. My mind wandered back to the journal, the texts, but then curiosity nudged me and Professor Lockhart’s name popped into my head suddenly. The way I'd written about him in those pages, his calm voice commanding me to strip, his hands steady as he prepped my hole with lube before sliding in slowly, making me beg him to move faster. Heat flickered low in my gut, uninvited, and I shifted on the bench, hoping Liam didn't notice anything.

“We see the way Professor Diego looks at you in class. Like he wants to eat you alive. It’s obvious he has a thing for you.” My stomach dropped. “Eww,” I said too quickly, too loudly. “How can you even say that? He’s our lecturer. And he’s… older. There’s like a ten-year gap between us. That’s gross and totally inappropriate. He’s probably just… intense about teaching. That’s all.” I kept rambling, words tumbling out like I could talk my way out of the heat crawling up my neck. Three pairs of eyes staring at me. Tasha tilted her head. “How do you know so much about our professor, Soph?”

Sam sighs dramatically. “What’re the criminology theories again? My knowledge sucks. Especially with Mr. Gorgeous as teacher. Can’t focus with that face in front of me,” Tessa sighs, the ASMR-like clicking of her keyboard filling the quiet space. The rhythmic taps are oddly soothing, grounding me a little, but the thought of not handing in my assignment on time keeps my pulse high. I have to ace this. No excuses. “I think there’s a book about the theories in the back,” I say, standing. “The most recent edition. I’ll go check.”

His phone started to ring. “Clean up the rest of the books. I need to step out for five minutes to make a call. Don’t touch anything that isn’t yours.” The door clicked shut behind him. I stood there, breathing hard, my mind reeling from what had just happened. I had come from being spanked and humiliated by my professor. What the hell was wrong with me? My eyes landed on his laptop he left open on the desk. The screen was still on. A folder on the desktop caught my attention: “The Professor Pet Project.”

Every step was a reminder of Sebastian, my muscles ached in the best, most delicious way, a lingering soreness that made my breath hitch every time I moved. "Alright, settle down," The Professor called out, his voice a boring drone that usually put me to sleep in ten minutes. "Turn your textbooks to page 342. We're discussing the socio-economic impact of the post-war industrial boom." I opened my book, but the words were swimming before me. I couldn't focus. The scent of Sebastian’s cologne still clung to my clothes, mixing with the smell of sex that I was paranoid everyone could smell. I kept expecting someone to turn around, point a finger, and shout, He just got fucked in the bathroom!