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What the hell was wrong with me ? How had I managed to have kinky, mind-blowing sex with my professor ? Not that I could have possibly known – when he had mentioned classes I had thought he meant classes he was in, not teaching !

It’s not that bad Liz, get a grip, I thought. He’s still a student, he just happens to be going for a Masters. This isn’t a big deal. This probably happens all the time.

Yeah. To judge by those lusty, small smiles he was getting, I was certain it happened all the time.

« First day will be pretty straightforward, » he said, going to his briefcase and pulling out a packet of papers. « We’ll go over the syllabus, a few expectations of what we’ll cover, and hopefully get you all out of here early. So pull out your syllabus, hopefully you all printed them out. »

Of course I had printed out nothing. He noticed.

« If you didn’t, please share with your neighbor. » Oh god, every look he gave me was giving me flashbacks. That mouth had been on me, inside me. I squeezed my legs together, trying to ignore the thoughts. How could I manage to say his name without remembering how I screamed it in ecstasy ? I couldn’t even look at him ! He was wearing the same belt he had used to bind my hands together while he-

Jesus Christ, Liz, concentrate !

I didn’t concentrate for a single second. The class passed in a blur. It felt as if Kahlan and I made awkward eye contact every other minute. Finally, he said we were wrapped up for the day and would see us on Wednesday. I hurriedly began stuffing my notebook in to my bag, when his shadow fell over me.

« Would you mind waiting after class, for just a bit ? » he said, his voice soft. I just nodded dumbly, and sat there as he attended to the line of questions from waitlisted and over-eager students. When the classroom was finally empty, I approached his desk.

« You’re . . . a professor ? » I blurted, unable to control my shock any longer. He winced.

« I’m not exactly a professor yet, » he said. He looked as nervous as I felt, and I realized that this really was a worse position for him. Teachers got fired for things like this.

« Look, » he said. « I really am sorry. If I’d known . . . it doesn’t matter. I’ll do everything I can to help you get into another class. »

« I . . . this is really the only class that will fit into my schedule, » I said. We both stared for a few moments, at a loss. I shrugged. « I’ll be fine. I don’t mind, really. It’ll be like last night never happened. »

His dark eyes watched me carefully. « You’re sure you’re alright ? »

« Definitely ! » I said, with just a little too much cheerfulness. I wanted to dispel the tension desperately, and I really wanted to just be out of his presence so I could stop imagining him bending me over the desk.

He didn’t seem convinced as he slowly clicked his briefcase shut. « Alright. If you’re sure. I’ll see you on Wednesday, Lizbeth. Please don’t forget the readings. »

Or else what ? was what I wanted to say, but I smothered the urge. Bad, Liz ! Stop it.

« Readings, right, got it, » I tried to make a smooth exit and almost tripped over the first stair. I felt his eyes on the back of my head the entire way up the stairs. It was only once I was finally outside the classroom that I felt like I could breathe again.

So my professor was an insanely hot, kinky sex god. So what ? No big deal. I could handle this. It would be like it never even happened.

Ha ! Yeah right. Your panties are already wet.

Somehow I managed to get through the rest of the day without looking like a complete ditz in my classes. My other professors were perfectly normal, average, not-at-all-distracting people. At some point Sarah texted me wanting all the « juicy details » from the previous night. I didn’t know where to begin. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to tell her.

What part could I tell her exactly ? The part where I’d let some random guy from the bar tie me up and finger me ? The part where I’d turned into an absolute quivering, orgasming mess at his hands ? Or the part where it turns out that random guy from the bar was my professor ?

I decided to play it cool.

Haha, not really much to tell. He got me an Uber home and that’s it.

I really was stupid to think that would get her off my back.

Oh come oooooonnnn, Lizzy ! You can NOT tell me nothing happened ??

I already knew she wasn’t going to let up. I sighed, and shoved my phone back into my purse. As I did, my hand came in contact with Kahlan’s note. Seeing his neat handwriting made my heart pound. What kind of guy could be so absolutely dominating and down for sex with a stranger, and then nice enough to not only put my drunk ass to bed, but get me water for the morning ? I suddenly remembered his words, « Next time I’ll do something about all this kicking. »

My insides quivered, but disappointment was settling in too. There wasn’t going to be a « next time » now. I was just going to have to stare at this guy every Monday and Wednesday for the rest of the semester until I could permanently put him out of my thoughts.

Not only that, but I had to sit in that classroom with the knowledge that Jay and his new girlfriend were sitting behind me, looking down at me. Of course, Jay’s first time seeing me after our breakup and I looked like my life was falling apart : no makeup, hair tangled, sick as a dog with this hangover. I was determined that next time I would show him exactly what he was missing out on. He thought I was weak ? Oh, I’d make him weak.

The next morning Sarah and I headed out with coffees in hand to the mall. I had managed to keep quiet about what had happened with Kahlan, but I had told her about Jay and Heather being in my class. She had responded exactly as I hoped, in true Sarah-fashion.

« What. A. Dick ! » she had shrieked. « Oh my god. He is the biggest asshole. »

« Which is why I need to get something new, » I said. « You know, show him what he’s missing. »

« Ooo, new Liz the heartbreaker, » Sarah said, squirming excitedly. « I like it ! »