Nothing super sexy in this one, although there is a lot of sexual tension! It’s always fun to write scenes like this:
“So tell me about yourself,” the professor said. “What made you decide to come to school here?”
I didn’t want to admit that it was my parents’ idea because they didn’t want me too far away from home. He would think I was such a loser… And more than anything I didn’t want that.
“It’s a great school,” I said. “I’m already learning so much.”
“Hm. Perhaps. Do you have a boyfriend?”
How was that relevant? I looked at my phone and found a message from Moira saying that she was running late and to try and smooth things over with Professor Dalton. I had no idea how I was supposed to do that. I could barely look at him. Every time his eyes met mine I thought I was going to burst into flame.
“You can relax,” he said. “I won’t bite.”
For a second it almost seemed like he was flirting, but that couldn’t be right. I was so worked up that I couldn’t keep my head straight. That was all.
“Moira’s class is running late,” I said. “She has an exam and then she has to walk all the way across campus. She’s probably not going to be here for another ten minutes.”
“I see. I wonder what we can do in that amount of time.”
I stared, mouth agape, because again it seemed like he was dancing close to being inappropriate. He had to be aware of how what he was saying could be construed.
“What about you, professor?” I said. “I told you about me. Why are you at the university? In class you said you’ve run several businesses over the years. It’s kind of a surprise that you’d leave billion dollar companies to work in education.”
“It was to try something new. I still have a hand in my companies. I just needed something else to keep me occupied. That’s the first thing you’ll learn about working under me. I need to stay busy.”
Bemusement colored his eyes as he glanced over at me. It gave me the feeling of a cat toying with a mouse.
“You are working for me, are you not?”
“Of course. Right.” God, I was such an idiot. I looked down at my phone, praying for Moira to hurry up.
“You’re quite an innocent, aren’t you?” he said.
“Naïve. Unspoiled. A virgin in every sense of the word.”
Now there was no hiding the color in my cheeks. “You… you shouldn’t be asking such a thing.”
“Shouldn’t I? Did you think I hadn’t noticed the way you drool at me in class every day? Not that you’re the only one. Many girls have set up meetings with me or signed up for internships hoping for something more. It’s all very convenient that your friend is running late.”
“That’s not true at all! I’m not even the one who signed up for this internship. Moira did it.”
His eyes sparkled. “I’m sure.”
“It’s true! And I’m not drooling over you in class! I’m… I’m just bored!”
He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. I was playing along with his game.
I got up. “It’s just an internship. I don’t really need to be here.”
I walked to the door. As my hand rested on the handle, he spoke.
“Does that mean if I offered to fuck you harder and better than you ever imagined you wouldn’t care?”
It gets a lot more fun after that. Be sure to look for it next week!