Seducing My Professor

Chapter Two

Sierra

"Tell me already." The blonde girl by my side whined for the umpteenth time. A loud groan slid past my lips as I pressed my eyes shut. Maybe if she saw how irritated I was, she would buzz off. " Why don't you just tell me? Are you listening to me, Sierra?"

Wrong. I was so wrong.

"What is it?" I let out through gritted teeth. " What do you want from me Valerie?"

"Info." Valerie pouted, almost knocking down the coffee I was barely balancing on my lap. I tossed her a glare, one she definitely didn't mind as she continued. " You didn't think I'd let you slip away so easily, right?"

"I'm not slipping away." I shrugged. " I just need sometime to myself. I may or may not have a hangover."

"So you went to a party.* I watched Valerie press her lips together. "A club, right?"

"Yeah." I drawled, a wave of guilt washing over me immediately. Guilt because I didn't bother to show up for her girl's night last night. " Valerie…"

"I'm not mad." She cut me off, and from the small smile she gave, it was hard to think otherwise. " I was just worried when I didn't see you anymore. I tried calling but it didn't go through. But that's not the point…"

"Yeah, I.."

"Are you okay, Sierra?" I blinked back once, twice as I tried to process her question. "You looked really off before you left and…."

"I'm fine." I cut her off abruptly. She flinched and I took that as a sign to lower my octave. " I'm fine."

It was a lie. A lie I'd told over and over again. Overtime it'd become a part of me, that simple sentence smearing a covering over the truth over the years. And it I was being honest, it'd worked until I bumped into Valerie.

We were friends, the closest thing I could get to having a best friend, but no matter how hard she tried, there was only so much I would let her know.

It wasn't intentional. Sometimes I wanted nothing more than to pour out a glass of wine and pour out my mind to her, but I could never bring myself to do so. And if I was being honest, I wasn't sure I ever would .

She told me things, even when the details of my life were vague as f**k but she didn't mind and often times, it made me feel shitty about keeping her within arm's length.

".......you can't just run off like that though." I found myself tuning back into our conversation. "I need the deets. Spill."

"Well, I did go to a club for a distraction." I smirked. " I needed it."

"Your fingers didn't serve you well enough this time?" For a girl who used to shy away from dirty talk, I'd taught her well. "I thought you always boasted of your skills. "

"There's only so much your hands can do." I sighed, taking on the revelry of last night. A smile danced on my lips before blowing up into a full grin. " Sometimes getting down and dirty does wonders for your skin."

"Sierra!" She chortled, her hand clapping against my arm, in a playful fashion of course. If there was anything about Valerie I loved the most, it was the fact that she didn't judge me about my s****l escapades, no matter how she felt about them. She simply let me be me. " We're in class!"

"And our lecturer is nowehere to be found." I shrugged, like it wasn't that obvious. " We should leave."

"No. You still haven't said anything yet." Valerie shook her head. " I'm listening."

"Well…" I drawled. " Last night was okay, it would have been better if I'd actually gotten the guy I wanted."

"What happened?"

"He chickened out last minute." The image snaked it's way in my mind immediately as I imagined it; The totally hot stranger backing out just when we were getting to the good part. " He couldn't stop rambling about how he couldn't do it."

"So you could have just stayed with us then?" Valerie's tone held a tinge of mockery.

"Of course not." I sneered. " All it took was for me to drive back to the club and find another."

"You're hopeless."

"No, I'm a s****l enthusiast." I threw in a wink, eliciting a low giggle from the Blondie by my side. " You've been staring at the entrance to the lecture theatre for so long now, are you waiting for something?"

"Not something." Valerie corrected. " A someone. We've got a new professor leading this class and rumors have it that he's really easy on the eyes."

"Great. Hopefully, he'll be easy to get to bend me over too." I let out a little too loudly. " Or not."

"Sierra, we're in class!" This was more of a warning than the last. "Don't say things like that."

"I'm just being honest." I shrugged. " The harder it is to get him to bend to my will, the better the bedroom play."

" You don't have to do this, you know." A fleeting look crossed Valerie's face, but only for a moment. " It's really not…."

"I like it." No, I loved it. It was fun messing with professors who swore they loved their wives and profession too much to ever get down with a college student. But here I was, ticking them one by one off my list, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

It actually was.

" And I don't think…." The sound of footsteps walking into the theatre cut me short.

"Pardon my manners." A loud voice came from the center of the room. I hadn't seen the man yet, but for some strange reason he sounded familiar, eerily familiar. " It won't happen again."

"Seeee," Valerie cooed beside me, her eyes already fixed on the man. " He's hot, just like I told you."

"Yeah.. " my throat went dry the moment I spotted him. He looked like a reincarnation of a greek god with his sandy hair and the blue of his eyes that hid behind his reading glasses.

Blue eyes…

A gasp slid past my lips as realization hit me. No! It couldn't be! What were the chances that he would show up here? What was he even doing here in the first place?

"Sierra, are you okay?" Valerie's voice reached my ears. " You look like you saw a ghost."

For my sake, I really hoped it was a ghost.

"Alright, let's get right into it." His voice cut through the theatre again as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. What happened next, I really didn't see it coming.

In one swift movement, he pulled his glasses right off his face.

If I was having any doubts in the beginning, that single action had tossed it out the window.

My blood ran cold at the realization. It was him. It really was him.

As if the universe hadn't toyed with me enough, the moment he turned to start his class , our eyes locked.

A gasp slid past my lips while his orbs widened and it could only mean one thing.

He recognized me. He f*****g knew it was me.

Shit.