Curveball(14)

I remind myself that working with Professor Swanson is not only an opportunity of a lifetime, but also a stepping-stone to an even more prestigious school than Strickland University. I’m about to walk up the aisle when I hear the door slam, and I look up, shocked to find my broad-shouldered sex god standing in front of the double doors with his two friends from the club.

Confusion scrolls across his face for a few seconds, but then he appraises my body and licks his lips. Mark brings two fingers to his lips and blows hard, the sound of his whistle causing everyone to spin around in his direction, some slower than others. “Teach is talking to you jerks. Pay attention!” He winks at me and begins to walk toward me, staring me down like an animal stalking its prey.

No one blinks an eye at him. Mark and the two guys standing next to him are so damn sexy, they hold the attention of every person in the room.

And who wouldn’t want to look at them?

I bet these guys see a lot of action from girls on campus.

All three of them are close in height, well over six feet. The bulkier one with shaved dark hair is slightly taller and fills out a Strickland University football T-shirt that stretches across his thick arms. But the man to Mark’s left…he takes the cake.

He runs his hand through his dark waves that are so perfect, his hair falls right back into place. His eyes are a bright blue that practically jump off his face in contrast to his flawless olive skin and toned body. Paired with a fitted white tee, the low-slung jeans that hang from his hips remind me of a male model. He and Mark are both wearing jeans and white fraternity T-shirts with green lettering.

I never liked frat boys when I went to Strickland. The attention they would get from women always disgusted me. But I don’t recall any of them being as irresistible as these three. It’s as if they stepped out of a magazine and plopped their fine asses into my class.

The one with wavy hair grips Mark by the biceps as he attempts to walk toward the front of the hall, stopping him in his tracks.

Mark glances over his shoulder and whispers to his friend before following him into the row. Everyone continues to stare at the three of them, forgetting they are in my classroom and that I am their professor.

Since he left my apartment for the second time this week, I have replayed the events in my head, now finding it hard to focus under his gaze.

What if he tells someone about us? What if his friends remember me from the club? Fuck!

I want to run out the door and hide my head in shame. Panic fully sets in, my thoughts a jumbled mess, because I had sex with my student and liked it. No, I fucking loved it. He gave me the best two nights of my life and left me begging for more.

Mark leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his thick chest, and kicks up his feet on the back of the wooden chair in front of him. He flashes an evil grin in my direction, the same look he would give me every time I made eye contact with him during sex.

I say a silent prayer in my head that he won’t reveal our secret.

There’s no way I will make it through an entire semester with Mark shooting sexy glances my way, dampening my panties.

Turning away from him and toward the right side of the room, I find a girl in the third row to focus on instead of his smoldering green eyes and muscles that tighten as he moves in his seat.

If only another class were open, I would transfer in a second. But Professor Swanson would never understand my reason for wanting to teach a different class. Plus, he’d never let me switch with another professor unless it was a serious problem. Although I have a problem, the job-ending kind, it’s not one anyone would understand.

Now that I have everyone’s attention, I slip behind the podium and shuffle through my course syllabus and the papers I prepared for the first lesson.

“Welcome to Law and Ethics.” My voice cracks, and I clear my throat first before reaching over to take a sip from my coffee cup on my desk. I drink half of it before I set it back down and face my students. “I’m Olivia Ford, and I will be your professor this semester. If you are in this class, you should have already taken the prerequisite law classes. This is a fourth-year class, so if you signed up on accident, please let me know, so we can get you moved into another class,” I say.

I only hope he doesn’t belong here and that this is all a mistake. I will never last the semester with him licking his lips at me throughout each class.





Chapter Seven





Mark





Teach, the woman I went home with this weekend, is my Law and Ethics professor.

Fuck me. Wait, she already did that.

The thought of Saturday road head and then the sex at her apartment makes me grin like a fool, my mouth stretched so wide that Luca taps me on the arm to get my attention.

“You look like the fucking Joker when you smile like that. It’s creepy as shit, bro.”

I ignore his comment and keep my eyes on Teach, whose name I now know is Olivia Ford, like my Mustang. Standing behind the podium, dressed in a tight skirt and blouse that hugs her perky tits, she moves her hand through her long blonde hair. The night we met, her hair was black and cropped short, and she shocked the hell out of me when her wig fell off because her hair had looked pretty damn real.

Hooking up with an older chick is nothing like banging sorostitutes at the frat house. Her level of experience and the things she did with her mouth were…unforgettable. College girls are too eager and practically throw themselves at my brothers and me just because we’re in a fraternity. Teach, a woman with more years under her belt, showed her age with those moves she pulled on me.