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The Professor

Shara Azod

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Teaching was supposed to get easier as the semester progressed, not harder.

However, how was she supposed to concentrate on her lectures with that Latin hunk of

loveliness all up in her face? Okay, so not up in her face exactly, but he sat in the front

row directly in front of her podium every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night.

Those hazel eyes never strayed from her form, not even to take notes. It was unnerving

and thrilling all at once. He seemed completely engrossed in her words, yet that

unmistakable gleam in those cat eyes bespoke of something naughty and deliciously

forbidden.

Lisa had a sneaking suspicion Mr. Anthony Delgato didn’t need to take her

Critical Thinking course. In fact, he didn’t look like he belonged in City College at all.

He was obviously military with that incredibly commanding bearing and short-cropped

hair. She had to fight off the urge to ruffle the short inky black curls on top of his head

whenever she stepped into the classroom. But as this was her very first college course

in which she was in complete control, she had to be professional. Professors didn’t flirt

with the students.

Well, female professors didn’t. And she wasn’t really a full-fledged professor

yet. Just a chick with a master’s working on her PhD. She just couldn’t afford to get

caught harassing yummy students, no matter how fine and inviting they looked.

But she could daydream. Just not in the middle of class.

Pulling her thoughts together, she launched into her lecture, determined not to

look at the large man stuffed into the small seat right in front of her. His body made

the desk look like it belonged in an elementary school instead of a junior college. He sat

angled to the side to fit. At something like six-two or six-three, he wasn’t exactly

massive, but all well defined and sinewy.

You need to stop obsessing over him and concentrate on what the hell you’re saying.

What was she saying? Something about slippery slopes, or was it red herrings?

“Professor Higgins? I don’t understand the definition of Non-sequiturs . What do

you mean, ‘Does not follow’? Doesn’t follow how?”

Thank goodness for overachieving high school students. She had three in this

class, always on top of things. She would have lost her line of thought many times over

if it hadn’t been for their constant demand for more information. Most of the college

students were here because the class was required. They were neither interested nor

particularly pleased to be present at the seven to ten pm class. Almost all of them had

full time jobs, some with families. They would do the barest minimum to get a decent

grade and move on. The high school students were all gifted students looking to not

only wrap up as many college credits as possible before going to college, but to master

whatever subject they took. They made teaching worthwhile. Plus, they guaranteed to

tear her musings from of Mr. Sexy in the front row. Thankfully, the semester was

almost over.

*****

Tony shifted slightly in the uncomfortable seat. Man, these desks were for

infants. He wondered why he bothered showing up night after night, but one look at

the woman behind the podium erased all discomfort except the raging hard on he was

trying to hide. Maybe he should stop trying to hide it. Maybe he should let Professor

Higgins see what she was doing to him.

The only reason he was here was for her. He didn’t need the course, seeing as

how he already had a Master’s. Initially he had come to enroll in a couple of basic

computer courses to help him in his side business. He would be getting out of the

service soon and he wanted to make sure all his ducks were in a row. He needed to

brush up on databases and spreadsheets to track the few cases he had going. Building a

security business from scratch was no joke.

It was during registration that he had seen Professor Higgins greeting some

returning students. It didn’t take much to find out she taught Critical Thinking while

seeking a PhD in Philosophy Education. Before he knew it, he enrolled in one of her

courses. He sat there every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night trying to figure out

a way to talk to her.

The woman was a powerhouse. Small in stature but nicely rounded, she was

professional, cool and concise-all the things that drove him crazy. He wanted to see her

hair mussed from a night of wild passion. He wanted those pillowy lips swollen from

his kisses. He wanted that dark, cappuccino skin glistening with sweat and those deep

brown eyes glazed over in ecstasy. Hell, he just wanted her.

Although she tried to hide it, he knew she had noticed him watching her. He

tried to make it as obvious as possible without being creepy. He didn’t look down,

didn’t take notes; his focus remained solely on her from the beginning of class until the

end. Speaking to her afterwards was proving problematic as her students swamped her

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