The wrong girl
994 Words
JEAN HARRISON
I wasnt used to the feeling of waking up in strange places butt naked with a naked man's arm around my body.
My initial reaction that morning was shock. At first I feared I must have managed to get myself kidnapped until I took a good look at the man sleeping by my side and relaxed.
Jeff…
Jeff was harmless; for the most part anyway. He was a beast when it came to f*****g that was why he was one of the few guys I still had casual s*x with.
It was the first time I'd slept overnight at his place. That explained my earlier confusion.
Jeff was a sweet guy and he had his s**t together. What I mean is he's loaded but even with his constant attempts to make some deeper connection, I made him understand I just needed his d**k.
I rolled on my side feeling my body relax entire like I'd just gotten out of a swim in the lake of life. Good s*x would do that to you.
Sunlight snuck into the room in sparse patches. It was morning. f**k! I have econ this morning, I remembered and then I reached out for my phone.
It was on the bedside table. I twisted my hips stretching further. The screen lit immediately my finger tapped it twice.
7:26!!!
Goddamnit! I'm almost late.
I hurried out of the bed and looked around for the gown I had wore the previous night. I prayed it was still in one piece because s*x with Jeff usually went wild.
He stirred for a while but slept on. Sleep on soldier. You fought the good fight.
Getting dressed, I noticed how I stunk and looked like sin. I could start an Indiana Jones adventure finding the damned bathroom or I could take the walk of shame back to my dorm.
I picked the latter without a moment's hesitation. I had less than an hour before the class started.
The cab I took got me to campus faster than I had expected. I was glad for it and even more so when I discovered my roomies were out which I was grareful for because it made the walk of shame less shame-y.
Cold water on my body eased my nerves. I hurried up because I didn't want to get to class late. Everyone had been buzzing about a new professor. I wanted front row seats to watch his misery.
I dressed up in a dark crop hoodie jacket that revealed my flat tummy and curvy shape. The mini skirt showed off my long shapey legs.
Just as I sat at my usual spot in the class, a magnificent man walked in. He was dressed like one of Santa's little helpers in a vest but damn was he hot!
His blue eyes glowed as he took a quick look at the room. I had the impression of something yanking at my soul. It was an absolute pull.
Who the f**k is this guy?!
He had an aura of authority that sucked everything around him like a vortex reducing all of it to nothing.
But seriously who is this guy?!
The expression on the faces around made it obvious that I wasn't the only one wondering who he was.
"My name is Mr. Willis." He said.
His voice was a powerful baritone that echoed through the entire hall. I could almost imagine that same voice calling my name sexually.
A question popped into my head. I had to know.
"I have a question, Mr. Willis."
He hadn't been expecting that. He looked like I had caught him off guard but he recovered quickly.
"Sure. Let's hear it, girl with the mildly sinister look."
That voice!
"Are you married, Mr. Willis?" I asked giggling a little.
Mr. Willis tried to speak but he just stared, confused. I enjoyed putting him in that position. He seemed to be frozen for a moment until he recovered.
"This is my first time doing this and I'm hoping you guys don't eat me alive."
I'm definitely looking forward to eating you. Bone and flesh.
He watched me and for a brief moment there was a flash of interest in his eyes. I was sure I hadn't imagined it.
The girls beside me whispered.He was making an impression on them already. I had to admit to myself that Mr. Willis was truly a snack.
He talked about scarcity and how it's the limited availability of resources relative to human wants and needs. The way he explained it made me want him. He was just desirable even to me which was surprising especially since I was a picky b***h.
He moved on to the perfect competition, monopolies, monopolistic competition, and oligopolies.
Mr. Willis had no idea his lecture was playing out in real time. The battle field was being set and competition was high on the girls who wanted a piece of him. I was sure on my ability to secure full monopoly.
I smirked.
After class, I stayed back watching him with keen eyes. Every so often he would pause to glance at me and then look away. It was a game and I had the upper hand.
I waited a little longer than I should and it wasn't until the hall was almost empty that I made my move.
Walking down, I took my time with each step.
He glanced at me but the girl in my front shielded me from his brutal gaze. I recognized her. Michelle.
She was one of my competitors the previous semester. She had a perfect GPA. I always imagined she was a shy virgin who got off having s****l fantasies she could never live out.
"If it isn't the troublemaker herself." Mr. Willis said, smiling at me.
I smiled as I reached him. I stopped at his table and hopped on it.
"Innocent little me?" I gasped. "You must have the wrong girl."
I smirked.
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