by Tabatha Kiss
I stare straight ahead at the professor, Dr. Payton Zach. He seems like a decent enough guy but if his lectures are anything like his syllabus overview, this will probably turn out to be the most boring class this semester. A quick glance around the room tells me that the female students disagree. You’d think he was a fucking movie star or something.
“Now, before I let you all go today—” Dr. Zach pauses and flashes a grin. “Yes, I’m dismissing you early but don’t get used to that. It’ll never happen again.” The ladies chuckle. “I’d like to introduce you all your TA, Rose Hawthorne.”
He points to a girl in the front row and I pause, struck down by a bolt of brilliant lightning.
A teaching assistant.
Zach gestures at her. “Rose, how about you stand up and say something?”
Please be hot. Please be hot. Please be hot.
She stands and I bite my lip with anticipation as she turns around.
Jackpot.
Rose Hawthorne is every bit as elegant as her name suggests she should be. Her blonde hair is held back with a loose ponytail. Her face shines with perfect skin and just enough make-up to make you wonder if she’s actually wearing any at all, complete with a pair of brown-framed glasses over her bright eyes. Red cardigan. Tight pencil skirt. Petite and perfect.
I want her.
“Hey, guys,” she says, throwing a little wave towards the lecture hall. “I’m Rose and you guys can call me that or Ms. Hawthorne, whichever you prefer. I don’t really care.”
She lets out the slightest nervous giggle and my groin twitches.
Holy shit. She’s fucking adorable.
“Rose is going to be conducting the first few lectures for you guys,” Dr. Zach says. “So feel free to approach her with any questions you may have about the syllabus in general.”
“Also,” she adds, “I do have office hours, so if you need me to re-explain something from lecture, just pop on in or you can schedule a one-on-one with me. I’m on campus five days a week, so send me a message and we’ll work something out. You can find my email on the syllabus.”
I smirk. Perfect.
“All right, guys,” Zach continues. “That’s it. We’ll see you all back here on Wednesday. Make sure you read chapter one before then.”
Everyone rises at once, probably eager to get out of here and take an early lunch but I stay seated. Rose lingers by the front desk, patiently waiting for the rest of the students to move out of the way before retrieving her things from her chair. A few of the more ass-kissing students stop to say hello and introduce themselves to her and she flashes the sweetest smile at each one of them.
I want that smile.
I stand up and slowly move to the front of the lecture hall as she finally gets a chance to gather her things. She bends over and her skirt wraps just right around her ass, showing off her curves and my briefs tighten a bit more.
Finally, it’s just me and her.
“Hey there,” I say.
She snaps up and flashes that sweet smile of greeting at me. “Hey,” she says.
“I’m John.” I extend a hand to her and she shakes it without hesitation, giving it the lightest squeeze as if she’s scared she’ll break my fingers.
“I know,” she nods. “John Kirby.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She winces. “Oh, please. None of the ma’am stuff. Ma’am is my mother.”
I laugh way too hard and Rose blinks with confusion like I’m a damn idiot. It takes all of my concentration to stop.
Keep it together, Johnny.
“So—” My voice breaks and I clear my throat to cover it up. “You don’t look old enough to be a teacher.”
“Thanks,” she says, throwing her bag’s strap over her shoulder.
I study her face, expecting to see a blush of color but I get nothing. “Are you a graduate student?”
“Yeah,” she nods.
“In chemistry?”
“Yep.”
“Wow…” I look her up and down. “If I had known scientists looked like you, I would have changed majors a long time ago.”
“What is your major?” she asks.
Not even a dilated pupil behind those glasses. I’m throwing perfectly good lines at her and it’s like she doesn’t even notice.
“Business,” I answer.
“That’s actually really popular with athletes,” she notes. “That and sociology.”
“How do you know I’m an athlete?” Her eyes jut down at my shirt and I pause, quickly realizing that I’m wearing my fucking jersey. “Right…”
“It was nice to meet you, John Kirby,” she says, stepping back towards the door. “I’ll see you in class on Wednesday.”
“Same to you, Ms. Hawthorne.”
She disappears into the hallway without even a quick glance back to get just one more look at me.
What the hell?
Do I have something in my teeth? Did I grow a third eye without noticing? Did I forget to put on deodorant this morning? I’m John fucking Kirby. When I flirt, women pay attention, but Rose didn’t even bat an eyelash at me or softly bite her lip in embarrassment.
I open my notebook and yank out the syllabus. Rose’s name is listed at the top, directly beneath Dr. Zach’s contact information, along with her email address and office hours.
Maybe she’s just one of those girls that needs to wooed more than once. One of those nerdy chicks that doesn’t realize how beautiful she could be if she just let her hair down and took her glasses off once and a while. All she needs is a handsome man to let her know how truly fuckable she really is.
And I volunteer.
Chapter 4
Rose
Holy shit. John Kirby just talked to me.
Scratch that. John Kirby just flirted with me.
I didn’t hallucinate that part, right? Admittedly, I’m not that great at deciphering normal conversation from blatant sexual advances but there’s only one way to interpret that whole if I had known scientists looked like you comment. I mean, it wasn’t even clever. It was almost cliché.
Not that it matters anyway. I’m the teacher. He’s the student.
I walk out of Prism Hall and through the quad on autopilot, dodging the large groups of people lounging around on my way towards the library. I have a class in an hour and I want to get a head start on some reading before then. There should be a private study room free. I doubt many people are cooped up in there right now. It’s the first day of classes.
“Whoa, baby!”
I pause and the entire contents of my stomach shift as I look up at him. Fiercely tall. Ripped muscles just begging to tear his t-shirt in half. I frown at his long hair; strands of it have fallen loose from his sloppy bun and frame his chiseled face.
“Hey, Douglas,” I mutter.
He grins. “So, you remember me?”
I nod, shaking the queasiness away. “Yeah, vaguely.”
“I thought you graduated already.”
“I did,” I say, glancing around him. “I’m a graduate student now.”
“Sweet…” He looks me up and down, his eyes locking on the textbook in my arms. “You take general chem in grad school?”
“No, I teach it.”
His brow perks. “Really?”
“Yeah. Douglas, I’m sorry, but I really have to get going…”
He takes a step back. “Yeah, sure. No problem, sweetheart. Maybe we can get together sometime soon? Catch up?”
“Maybe.” I dodge around him.
“Until then, Rose.”
I crane my neck and offer a lazy wave at him.
Ugh. Douglas Floyd. Yeah, sure. I remember you.
You bastard.
Not sure why I’m suddenly back on his radar and I really don’t want to know, either. I shake the memory of him away and continue on to the library.
The second I step inside, I fill my lungs with that sweet, fresh scent of new books and technology. The place is nearly deserted, as expe
cted. Just a few people clacking away in the computer lab, printing off study notes for their classes or checking email.
I reach the second floor and throw open the first study room I find and, as expected, it’s completely empty. One small table, two chairs. More than enough space for me to lay out and get some reading done.
I pull out my laptop and connect to the library’s free wi-fi to do a quick check of my email before getting started. Three new emails await me — one from Dr. Zach, another from Daisy, and a third from—
John Kirby?
I pause and glance around the empty room, feeling pretty foolish at the thought of getting pranked. There are no hidden cameras in here. No audio taps to capture my reaction.
Subject: ;)
Why is John Kirby sending me an email with a winky face on it?
I hesitate for several moments before my curiosity finally forces me to open it.
Hey, Ms. Hawthorne. It was nice meeting you today.
I’m looking forward to learning from you.
Maybe you can learn a thing or two from me.
John
But you can call me Johnny ;)
I stare at it, reading it over and over again until the words turn to slush in my brain. There’s no way this means what I think it means. There’s no way a guy like John Kirby is taking time out of his day to send me emails like this.
I forward the email to my sister’s address, hitting backspace at least nine times before I finally get it right and I add a quick message before sending it.
EXPLAIN.
I hit send and wait. Suddenly, I have no desire to read or prepare for my class. Instead, I stare at my inbox, waiting for another bold-printed email to whoosh into the received column.
Finally, she replies.
He wants to learn you a thing or two with his cock.
I sit back, wondering if there’s a more realistic interpretation, and my inbox refreshes with another message from Daisy.
Okay, I just looked him up on the internet and you better be on your back
and spread eagle right the fuck now.
I’m not even joking.
I bite my lip, grinning wide at her phrasing, but I shake my head. My fingers move to type out a reply but another one pops into my inbox.
ARE YOU DOING IT?
THINK OF YOUR END ZONE, ROSE.
I type out my response, one that will surely kill all the enthusiasm she has right now.
I ran into Douglas today.
A moment later, she replies.
I hate you so much.
I close the laptop and reach into my bag for my textbook.
Chapter 5
John
Rose Hawthorne.
What am I going to do with you?
Or, rather, what am I not going to do with her?
Her closet must be full of those little skirts because I’ve never seen her wear anything else. Short, tight; gripping her legs just above the knee. And those tops. They hug her shape perfectly, showing off that blissful hourglass hidden beneath. Big tits, tiny waist.
It’s a good thing I chose to sit in the back row or else this giant erection I have right now would be awkward to try and hide.
“Predicting the relationships between chemicals in a reaction is its own thing entirely called Stoichiometry…” Rose says, scanning the room through her glasses. “But that is chapter two, so we’ll dive into that on Friday.”
The class shifts all at once, instantly perking up as certain trigger words tell them the lecture is nearing its end. The same ladies that were swooning over Dr. Dickweed are now bored and disappointed but I sure as hell ain’t.
“If no one has any questions, then that’s it for today,” she says, trying to raise her little voice over the sound of people standing up. “Or you can come see me during office hours! I’ll be in there today from now until three!”
I toss my notebook into my backpack and wait, watching eagerly as the other students beeline for the doorway. Dr. Zach rises from the front row and walks up to her, instantly bringing a smile to her cute face and her cheeks turn an even darker shade of pink. I saw it in her the entire hour; that adorable, nervous twitch. This must have been her first day teaching, the poor thing.
I stand up and hold my backpack in front of me to hide the possible bulge as I make my way up to the front of the lecture hall. Dr. Zach leaves with his band of admirers just begging to throw their panties at him. That guy must be getting some undergraduate tail on a daily basis. He’d be stupid not to.
As I approach Rose, she pauses and her eyes slam to the floor to avoid mine.
“Hey, Ms. Hawthorne,” I say.
She clears her throat and shoves her books into her bag. “Hello, John.”
“Did you get my email?”
“I, uh…” She looks up. “Yeah. Sorry. I saw you sent one but I’ve been swamped. You know… lesson plans and… stuff.”
I smile, easily reading the embarrassment in her little eyes. She got the email, all right. She definitely did. “That’s okay,” I say. “You’ve probably been busy freaking out over your first time.”
She raises a brow. “My what?”
“Teaching,” I grin.
“Oh…” She lets out an awkward laugh but it quickly dies as she lowers her voice. “Was it that obvious?”
“Nah.” I shake my head. “Well… you are a little pink.”
Her head falls to hide her face. “Crap…”
“Don’t worry about it,” I laugh. “I’m sure teaching is one of those things that gets easier the more you do it.”
“Hopefully.” She throws her bag over her shoulder. “Until then, I’ll just keep imagining people in their underwear.”
“Well, if I’d have known you were doing that, I would have sat in the front row.”
She presses her lips together, holding back her smile. “I should get going. I have office hours today…”
“I’ll walk you there,” I say. “I actually have a few questions to ask about the lecture.”
“Really?” she asks, stepping towards the door. “Like what?”
“I’m gonna need you to explain Atomic Theory to me again.”
I hold the door open for her and she pauses, staring up at me with unblinking eyes. “All matter is made up of tiny, indestructible particles called atoms,” she says.
I nod. “Okay…”
“That’s about it.”
“Wow,” I chuckle. “You’re an excellent teacher, Ms. Hawthorne.”
“Thank you.” She walks outside and I follow, taking wide steps to keep up with her quick feet. “So… do you have another question?”
“Yeah. What are you doing tonight?”
She doesn’t stop walking but I notice her posture stiffen. “I have a class.”
“Tomorrow night?”
“I have to review lesson plans.”
“How about Friday night, then?”
Finally, she pauses on the sidewalk. “John…”
“I told you to call me Johnny.”
“Well, I’m calling you John.”
I smile. “So, you did get my email?”
She takes a steady breath. “Do you have any more questions about the lecture today?”
Her eyes tremble with a touch of anger and I wonder if I’ve pushed her too far. “No, Ms. Hawthorne,” I answer. “I do not.”
“Then I will see you in class on Friday.”
I nod as she turns away, once again disappearing into the crowd without even a quick glance back at me.
Well, shit.
***
“Hey, John. Can you spot me?”
I nod at Junior and step off the treadmill. I haven’t exactly made good use of my gym time today. This whole Rose situation has me pretty fucked up in the head. No girl has ever given me this much trouble before but, mostly, I can’t get that look on her face out of my mind. That cold resistance. That painful annoyance. All directed at me.
It makes me nauseous just thin
king about it.
I stand over the barbell as Junior lays on the bench beneath it with his hands extended upward to grip the bar.
“You okay?” he asks me.
“Yeah, why?”
“You seem a little…” he lowers the bar to his chest and I keep my hand hovering beneath it, “serious.”
I stare down at his handsome, upside-down face. I’m usually the one giving advice on how to pick up girls but I’m clearly out of my element when it comes to Rose. The forbidden woman.
Junior Morgan knows a thing or two about that.
“So, how did you do it?” I ask him.
Junior straightens his arms, forcing the barbell upward. “Do what?”
“You know — bang the coach’s daughter.”
He pauses. “I never thought I’d have to explain the birds and the bees to you, John.”
I sigh. “I mean… the coach told us hands off Eliza, remember?”
“I do.”
“But you definitely didn’t do that.”
“No, I did not.”
“Okay, then. How did you convince her that was a good idea? Spill.”
Junior sets the bar onto the rack and sits up, staring at me through narrow eyelids. “What’s up, John?”
“I have a forbidden lady friend and she’s not going for my usual moves. I need to know how you pulled it off.”
“Ohh…” he grins. “This is about the trifecta, isn’t it?”
“Of course.”
“Let me guess — the teacher?”
“Yeah.”
He rolls his eyes. “Professors aren’t allowed to mess around with students, man. She could lose her job.”
“You weren’t allowed to mess around with Eliza Pierce and you still did it.”
“Right… and we lost our chance at the championship because of it.”
“I don’t need a lecture,” I say. “I just need to know how you caught her attention and made her ignore the possible consequences in favor of hot, sweaty sex in the back of your van.”
He shrugs. “I’m Junior Morgan.”
