Not the professor's "Baby"

Mr ??? I could feel his eyes on me the whole night. From the moment I got in to the moment I sat at the bar, but he never approached me. Hell, when our eyes met, he looked away. There was something about him. He looked prim and poised, like he came out of a dark romance novel. And his eyes they were so grey it made him look dreamy, but I could tell he was older than me. He had an age to him, and it made me wonder what an older man like him was doing in the club. Didn’t he have a family, kids, a wife or something? And if he did, he was definitely up for cheating… like, he looked at me like he could eat me up. I mean, I could eat him up too. “Excuse me,” I said to Zina, my best friend and also my only friend in SCU (South California University). She barely looked up, more interested in the guy who had her giggling like a six-year-old girl. I walked over to the restroom and turned my head just as I was about to enter, locking eyes with mystery man. Glad I got his attention, I moved in. I sat at the edge of the sink. Thank God this was a unisex bathroom. s**t, my phone was inside my bag with Zina. What if he wasn’t a good man? s**t, what had I gotten myself into? What was I even thinking? I got up and was about to leave when a really tall figure and really strong perfume burst in. “You really are something, huh?” The man from the club. He was standing here. Gosh, that voice… I could feel myself getting wet just hearing it. What the f**k is wrong with me? “Uhm, I was just leaving. Who are you?” I said, trying to act bold. Lord knows I wasn’t, and I wondered if he noticed. “You got me staring all night and you know this. You came in here because you wanted me to, right?” He had a glint of amusement in his eyes, like he knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn’t new to him. He definitely had a roster of girls all over him, and I wasn’t going to let him win. The next thing I felt was a cold yet warm hand brushing my hair out of my face. I looked up at him… those damn eyes. “So, tell me your name? I’m Dr. Grent. But you can call me Daniel. Most of my students do anyway,” he said. “Just because you told me yours doesn’t mean I’m obliged to tell you mine. I have to go back outside now,” I tried brushing past him, but it’s like he wouldn’t budge. A doctor? Omg, that’s where the aura comes from. Hmm… a sugar daddy maybe? “Michelle.” I was shocked. How the f**k did he know my name? “What? How is that even possible? Are you stalking me?” “Stalking you? I heard your friend at the bar. Nothing serious.” I was quite embarrassed. What the actual freak? But then again, on the brighter side… he knows my name. Girl, you would have told him either way. “Hey, it’s fine. You wanna get out of here? You’re so beautiful.” This really handsome man was telling ME I was beautiful? I mean… “Uhm, I can’t just go around with a stranger, and I also can’t just leave my friend alone.” “Your friend will be fine. Heck, she’s gone now. But hey, if you aren’t comfortable, I can just drop you home.” That was such a genuine offer, and honestly, f**k my friend for leaving without me. But just because he looks proper doesn’t mean I should let a stranger take me home. “Uhm, I don’t know…” “Hey, it’s fine. You can share your location with family or something.” “Oh, I–I mean… yeah, I think I’ll just go with you. What’s the worst that could happen?” I whispered that last part under my breath. “A lot,” he said, face straight as ever. My knees wobbled a little. Omg, f**k it I’m definitely f*****g this man tonight. Because where else can I get an opportunity to have s*x with a really hot man? “Uhm… you know what? Can you just take me to your house instead?” The expression on his face wasn’t even surprised or anything, just plain amusement. He had the charm, and it always worked. He was just waiting for it to activate. “Anything you want, my lady.” He pulled off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. Oh, a gentleman too. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me out and we got back inside the club. The music was still loud, and truly, Zina had left me. We went outside and turned a little to the left. In no time, we were standing in front of a Range Rover Autobiography. Oh, he’s rich too? That’s crazy. “Uhm, Mr. Daniel, can we stop by to get some food? Sounds weird, but I’m a little hungry.” I looked over at him as he opened the door for me. “Mr??? It’s Dr., mama. A professor at that. But yeah, we can get food. What do you want, McDonald’s?” He was already in the car, starting the engine. God, this man is hot as f**k. “Oh… I’m so sorry about that. Yeah, McDonald’s is fine.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his veiny hands on the steering wheel. We arrived at McDonald’s, bought our food and headed for his house. Oh, this route looks rich as f**k. A sugar daddy maybe? Who knows.