There's No Need To Call Me Sir Professor Novels & Stories

His voice was deep and commanding, even when he spoke in that cold, professional tone he used with everyone. He never smiled and never showed favoritism. He acted like none of us existed beyond the grades he assigned. And somehow, that made my stupid crush even worse. Sophia raised her hand, leaning forward so her cleavage spilled out of her expensive top. “Professor, can you explain that part again? I’m a little… distracted.”

I was able to move a little, then my shoes hit the bottom of the table. "Call me sir." He demanded. "What?" I heard it correct. Yet asked again to make sure did I heard correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head!. It's the second time he said that. What does he think of himself? I cleared my throat and spoke. "Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested.

He asked, sitting up properly on his lofty arm chair, his hands stretched flatly on the desk. "Today is also my first time of seeing you in class. Where have you been? …sir?" She asked, deciding to pay him back in his own coin, chipping in the sir, as if it was an afterthought, a smirk finding its way on her lips as she saw him huff in annoyance. "Miss Drackson…" He called. "Yes…" She answered sweetly, too sweetly, that the professor scoffed. "You don't want to go down that way." He said, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Lisa shrieked. He adjusted his glasses, as if he was trying to indirectly seduce me. I swallowed a hard knot of desire, my gaze locked on his prominent biceps. I could feel my mind already mentally stripping him bare, desperate for a clear view of the hard six-pack that was hidden beneath that shirt. "Professor Nicholas. I prefer if you address me professionally. Only those who are close to me call me Nick. Get that?" he said with full authority that was enough to silence Lisa and her friends.

There are so many places to explore. Please have a seat on my sofa and make yourself comfortable. As the Professor takes a seat, I head to my kitchen to pour us both a drink. Professor Scott, are you sure you don't need to be anywhere? Maybe your wife is worried about where you are. I don't have a wife or a girlfriend either. That is good news for me as I am pouring the drink into the glasses, as I am thinking to myself. I see that you have made yourself comfortable already, professor. How many times do I have to tell you, just call me Michael?

Alessandro on the other hand… "Miss Miller," Professor Mark called out. "A word please." I groaned internally and told my friends not to wait up for me. I packed up all my stuff and approached his desk hesitantly as Catherine exited the room, along with the rest of the class, winking at me as she did so. I snickered. "Something funny, Miss Miller?" "Oh, cut the formalities, Professor." I snorted. "Why'd you call me?" Professor Mark shook his head in disbelief. "Someone needs to tame you…" he said it so quietly, that I was sure it wasn't meant for my hearing. Too bad, I did and I wasn't going to let it go.

I looked at Rajiv who was, again, in front of me. Wait... I thought he was a student? Is he lying? And… I frowned as I realised something. He also called me by my last name earlier. Our classmates might notice that my professor and I know each other personally. I don't want them to get the wrong idea. Even though I'm only being hypocritical right now. It's only the first day of class but all the professors have already started teaching. It's not like it was still in high school when every first day of class the students were having fun all over campus.

“I don’t like him romantically. I am only asking about him because he’s my rival now.” “Okay. If that’s the case, I understand,” he said as he saw his friends waving at the large door of the mansion. He stood up from the bench. “I have to go now, sir.” “Just call me Jake,” the professor said it to him. He looked at him, confused. “Why?” “I just want to. You call Xurden with just his name when he’s older than you. Right?” “Yes.” “You can do that to me as well. Of course, you can only call me by my name when we’re not in school.”

“Despite my better judgment, I am inclined to believe you may be capable of learning. Prove me correct. Or prove me wrong. Either way, I will know soon enough.” With that, he turned sharply on his heel, resuming his slow patrol of the mirrored room. “Miss Tamsin, you are not swatting at a wasp. Your arm should glide, not flail. Try again.” Callum exhaled beside me, quietly. “He’s... nicer than usual today.” I stared at the back of the professor’s coat as it vanished into a group of stumbling dancers. “That was nicer?” Callum gave a sheepish nod. “Well, he didn’t threaten to revoke our library access. That’s usually how he ends things.”

I chuckled in the back of my mind. I innocently raised my left eyebrow. "What do you mean, sir?" I asked while still maintaining my composure. His jaw was in a deep clench; he seemed to be running out of patience. "Sit properly, Ms. Rodriguez. You're in a school, not a club," he said directly, not minding if I might get offended. I faked a gasp. "You're terrible, Professor. It's like you don't know me; I normally sit like this, right?" I bit my lower lip as my eyes traveled to his lap.