Curveball(21)

She bites her bottom lip, nervous. “Right. Well, I was kind of hoping that after we hooked up you would come with me to my date party.”

Fighting a laugh, I end up choking and have to clear my throat. In over three years of being a member of the fraternity, I have yet to attend a date party with a girl. No way in hell will I even consider going to one at Kappa so that this chick can mark me as her property.

“You know I don’t do date parties.” I turn toward the door of the classroom when she clamps on to my biceps, forcing me to look over my shoulder at her.

“Think about it, okay? I can be very persuasive.” She glides her tongue across her bottom lip. “I can do that thing you like again.”

I hear a woman clear her throat next to me, and I’m surprised to find Teach standing there with the door handle in her hand, about to close it.

She gives me a look that could cut through steel before she focuses her attention on Harper, frowning in disapproval. “If you don’t belong in this class, please move along, and stop lingering outside.”

“Sorry,” Harper says in a hushed tone. “I have to get to class anyway. See you later, Mark.” She brushes her fingers along my skin and smiles.

In a tight black dress that hugs her curves and perky tits, Teach is making my dick grow hard, forcing me to think of anything other than how good she looks today. With her blonde hair pulled up into a bun with red chopsticks that stick out from her head, a fallen strand sweeps across her right cheek, making even her slight imperfection perfect.

My God, this woman does things to me I cannot explain. Why does my professor have to be Teach of all people, and why does she have to look so damn hot without even trying?

“You’re late,” she says to me, her tone angry and sounding like a bark, as Harper walks away. “You know the rules.”

Then, she does something I never expected and slams the door in my face. Grabbing ahold of the handle, I tug, but nothing happens. I try a few more times before I give up. She’s locked me out on the day we are supposed to have a quiz.

Fuck.



Teach wasn’t lying when she said I would receive no form of special treatment. After two long hours of waiting on a bench out front of my Law and Ethics class, the double doors open and a crowd storms out, chatting and laughing as they emerge, making their way down the already packed hallway.

Luca and Hunter walk over to me, and I stand, sliding my backpack onto my right shoulder.

“What the hell was that about?” Luca shoots me a confused look. “You let Prof kick you out after giving it to her? I guess you don’t have it like that anymore.” He laughs, and so does Hunter. “Time to step up your game, bro.”

“My game isn’t the problem.” I brush against Luca’s shoulder and move him to the side as I head toward the auditorium. “She’s just afraid I’m going to rat on her. I’ll take care of it.”

Once the last person shuffles up the long aisle and out the door, I break away from Luca and make a beeline for Teach, who is sitting at her desk with her head down, focused on whatever she’s jotting in a leather planner.

“Yes, Mr. Montgomery?” she croaks.

“Oh, we’re back to being professor and student again? You could at least look at me when you talk.” I bend down to meet her height. “Pretending I don’t exist is not going to make this class go any faster for either of us. I will be in this class for nine more weeks. At some point, you will have to get over the fact that you are my professor. I am a grown-up, not a child. You should try acting like one.”

As she glances up from her book, her mouth opens as wide as her eyes. “I am an adult, which is why I have been trying to do the right thing. I could not allow you to enter my classroom late when I would not tolerate the same from other students. It sets a bad example if I make an exception for one student and not others. Then, I would have to allow everyone to break the late policy at least once, just to make it look like I didn’t give you preferential treatment. Next week, I expect you to show up on time. I do not want a repeat of this conversation.”

“You don’t want a repeat?” I lean forward, our lips close to touching, before she slides her chair back. “Well, I sure as hell want one with you.”

Her eyes shift to the back of the room, lingering there for a few seconds, before she turns toward me. “Clearly, you have other girls you are interested in. You do not need me.”

“I’m not interested in other girls. That girl from earlier was just some chick from the past. She means nothing to me. I want you.” Teach makes me so angry and so turned on, all at the same time. “I brought you a gift,” I say, reaching into my bag.

She gives me her best resting-bitch face and sighs. “I don’t need or want your gifts.”

With a grin, I remove a red apple from my backpack and set it in front of her.

She looks up at me, perplexed. “What’s this for?”

I hover over her, making sure to keep my voice to a whisper. “Because the juice is just as sweet as your pussy, and I want another taste.”

Shocked, she gasps. Her hand reflexively clamps over her mouth as she stares at me. But I don’t miss the fact that she’s slapped her legs together. She wants me as much as I want her, if not more. I creep closer, hoping she will not run out of the classroom.