The professor’s giving extra lessons after class…
All I wanted was to learn all I could about the writing and publishing process before I tried to wade into the book writing business. That’s how I wound up here, in an advanced literary class, staring at my professor’s stupid sexy glasses while he talked in that ridiculously sexy deep voice. Sure, I’m getting the best grade in the class, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stay after class for some extra credit. Brownie points with a hot professor never hurt, right? Even if he won’t look my way, it’s nice to dream.
I love my job, and I love all my students- okay, maybe not the ones that don’t show up to class, but still. I’m content with my life…except for the fact that I literally can’t take my eyes off of one of my students- Delilah. Sure, we’re only a few years apart, but it doesn’t make me feel less like an old lecher when I catch myself being drawn to her. She’s charming and intelligent, and we have so much in common. I know that she’s interested, but it wouldn’t be right- not for her, and not for my career. So why can’t I stop staring into her lovely green eyes?