Chapter Three: Dancing with WolvesShe freezes like a deer caught in headlights, and then manages an awkward wave. "Um... Hi, professor," she says.
He startles, pupils dilating at the greeting. "Are you one of my students?" he asks.
She shakes her head quickly. "You teach at my university," she says. "But I don't have any of your classes."
He eyes her blatantly, looking up from her heels up her elegant black dress (borrowed from Myra), to her slim waist and full breasts, and then up to her neck, pausing and drinking in the smooth skin there, and finally resting on her face.
She swallows. Her tongue is stuck to the roof of her mouth.
"Pity," he says.
She has a sudden image of staying back after one of his classes and being pinned against the desk as he f***s into her from behind. Arous
