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He stumbled backward two steps, grasping onto the doorknob to keep himself from tripping over the door jamb and landing on his butt. “Oh my gosh," I whisper-shouted at him, covering my mouth with my hand, looking at him with wide eyes . I just assaulted my professor. My ridiculously hot, half naked professor. Why isn't he wearing a shirt? And why can't he not wear one to class every day? "I am so sorry, Dr. DiFronzo!"

But the man who has just been called didn’t respond to his call at all. Professor Antonio massages his temple and exhaled a long sigh. This is one habit from his assistant that he hated the most. Make his office a hideout from the girls who are obsessed with his beautiful look. And not only once. It has been so many times until the professor has losing numbers for recount it. As his assistant, Cristan was quite handy and very helpful. Thanks to him too because of his killer look during the class, most of the female students always come and fill in their seats. Cristan is like a blockbuster movie that selling out the tickets with his presence. Just one look from him and those females will mel

He’s close now, he looks at me as if he’s studying me. “Higher, stretch.” His hand moving near my ribcage but not touching. “I need to see how the muscles look.” I stretch higher. His eyes track the movement of my body like he’s memorizing equations. “Turn slowly.” He takes a deep breath. “Something wrong, Professor?” “Your posture.” His voice sounds strained. “Your back curves here.” His finger runs down my back, the first time he’s touched me since I stripped. “Do you feel that?”

He peered through the wooden slats, watching Tessa roll onto her back and hold her phone above her face. *"You just need to finish the citations,"* Liam’s voice crackled through the phone speaker. *"It's not that deep, Tess."* "It is that deep!" Tessa argued, gesturing wildly with her free hand. "Professor Higgins hates me. She literally gave me a dirty look during the lecture today. I'm crying throwing up right now. I asked her a simple question about cell division and she treated me like I asked for her social security number. She is so mid."

Not from my pride. He nods, slow and deliberate. The room seems to hold its breath, charged with something I can’t name. I need to leave. Delilah was right: this man could be my downfall if I’m not careful. Crushing on a professor is a disaster waiting to happen. One mistake and I’m screwed. “Thank you again,” I say, pointing toward the card on his desk, keeping my tone professional. “I’ll make sure my profile is in your email before the next lesson.”

Am I really that annoyed with him? "Guys, please compress here to the table so that you can see the procedure more effectively." In addition to being cruel, he is also curious. Are you currently enrolled as a student?! This is very noticeable! “Hi. My name is Era Ponciano, and I'd like to introduce myself. I am in my first year of college, in the second semester, and my former professor is Ma'am Sher, who is away, for now. She is currently in the adapted community. She approached me about teaching you the procedure because she doesn't have any other professors nearby who are not teaching classes at the same time. And I'm a complete moron for agreeing to it, hahaha!"

The fun has just begun, just wait and watch, Anu. Anu: Vikas? Vikas, I'll never date him in my dream even. He is not my type. Inaya: Oh stupid girl, I'm talking about our hottie professor. Anu: What? Really? I chuckled because she is coming into my trap. Inaya: Yup. I really like him a lot. Will you help me? I'm loving it. Anu: You idiot. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Oh my god, she's believing me. I'm laughing loudly, covering my mouth with my palm.

Chuckling at the thought of his cute face and my feelings, I scribbled something on my notebook when my name was called by that narcissistic professor. "Miss Victoria, I see you are smiling at something. Care to share with us? So that we all can laugh too." He asked looking at me pointedly. "Of course. I was smiling at the thought of how strange things have turned out these days. I mean how do they even allow such narcissistic professors to teach university students like us who think it's fun to debate on a controversial topic like boys and girls in a class full of both genders. I mean, aren't you afraid that someone might record this and upload it. I mean, if it were me, I would never do su

It was the third assistant and in a flash, I pulled away from the professor before the man would come in. "Do you have something against knocking?" The professor suddenly asked him. He was angry and it was visible on his face. "I'm... I'm sorry, Professor Derrick. I was... ahahaha...." He says as he falls with the boxes toppling over. This one has to be the clumsiest of the lot. He fell right in front of the professor who towered above him with his stern gaze on him. I noticed how hard the professor was keeping from getting more pissed and laughing at the same time.

Professor Zane is ignoring me. "Okay sir. Thank you, Sir. Uhm, I just wanted to ask, uh, can I get an autograph? I am a huge fan!" Claire says, fussing with her hair, I notice she has her cleavage exposed and she is also pouting. Whatever she thinks she is doing, I am certain it is obvious to the class and I am not the only one who is resisting the urge to puke. This is her first lecture with the rest of the class and she is already establishing herself as a fucking weirdo.