A Little Bit Strange

The moment Alexis saw her professor leaning over his desk attempting to grab at something on the other side; she knew it was all over. Staring at his scrumptious backside from behind the glass door, her mind flew into an erotic dream like state. Her naked body flat on the dark teak desktop, her legs wrapped around his waist as he gyrated his hips against her warmth, the random office supplies strewn on the floor while she writhed in pleasure under his enormous frame. She let out a long dreamy sigh as he straightened and turned in her direction.

“Oh hello Miss Flynn!” he said excitedly, holding up the hard earned pencil that was conveniently elusive. “So glad you could make it.” He grabbed the door and pulled it the rest of the way open for her to enter. Shoving the pencil into the top pocket of his shirt, he smiled down at her.

She smiled shyly back up at him as she slipped into his richly decorated office. He let the door close and her heart skipped a beat in anticipation as she heard it click shut. He didn’t tower over her but she was naturally tall and the heels she was wearing would have brought her to eye level with him. That is, if she was facing him. He stood so close behind her that she could feel the heat radiating off of him. If only he knew what sort of ideas she had in her head about this room and him in it.

He stepped around her and gestured for her to take a seat. Clutching the mound of books in her arms tight against her breasts that practically screamed for him to touch them, she stepped forward and took a seat on his black leather couch. He was wearing one of his better looking gray suits with a light blue tie and white button shirt. She’d never known him to wear anything else but the suit and tie thing; then again, she’d never seen him outside the university setting either.

“No problem Professor Hughes,” she said, trying to hide the recent arousal in her voice. She’d heard that the university had hired him on the spot when he’d applied. Of course it helped that the Dean of Psychology was a two time divorcee and he was drop dead gorgeous.

His sexy dark brown hair fell over his even darker brown eyes as he took a seat across from her in one of the matching leather recliners and leaned back. The muscles in his arms flexed, she suddenly despised that shirt he was wearing, and she wanted to tear it off his body. He was young, only a couple of years older than her, and his award winning looks didn’t hurt either. His face was that of a god and he had the body to match it. It was difficult to look away. The smoothness of his voice made her want him even more. That familiar tingle between her legs told her that she didn’t just want him, she wanted to possess him.

All the girls in her class panted with lust whenever he was mentioned, the giggling and the retelling of every move he made, almost made her sick. She tried to ignore them but secretly found him as irresistible as they did. She definitely couldn’t ignore the fact that his lectures were always completely full either. His psychology classes had been moved from one of the smaller rooms to the lecture hall on the North side of campus. Even with the move it was standing room only. Some students took his classes just to watch and listen to him, even if it wasn’t part of their major. He had a natural ability to make the normally boring subject enthralling.

He crossed one leg over his knee at the ankle and observed her carefully. She had to fight the urge to shove her books to the floor, strip naked, and straddle him right there. Licking her lips in wanton desire she knew she definitely had to leave…and soon, she couldn’t be held accountable for her actions after too long.

“Please, we’re going to be working together for a long time. Call me Max.” His gentle smile sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to lick those lips and scratch her nails over his broad chest and thick thighs. She wanted to taste every inch of him with her tongue. Stop it…

“Okay…Max,” she said, trying the name out on her lips.

“Good. Let’s get started shall we?”

Now? Her lungs ceased to function.

“I don’t have a desk for you yet but it’s on order. It’ll be up against that wall over there…” He gestured to the far wall opposite his desk.

I think we could make use of that wall before then…

“…and feel free to use anything you need in here…”

Am I free to use you…

“I’ll get you a key tomorrow,” he finished.

“A key?” she asked, finding it difficult to follow what he was saying.

“Yes. I keep the door locked at all times Miss Flynn.” His eyes darkened as he held her attention. “I hate to be…interrupted…between office hours.”

Her eyes widened as she absorbed the possible implication of that statement.

I’m listening…

“By accepting this position you and I will constantly be in touch. If you are not in class, I expect you to either be here in the office or with me. I won’t tolerate complacency and laziness. Understand?”

He couldn’t resist tempting her. He could see she bristled at the implied accusation that she would ever be lazy. He knew better, the girl was an amazing student and paid every penny of her college tuition in cash without the assistance of financial aid, which meant she worked hard. The slight blush of anger that crept up her neck and the glare she shot towards him said “fuck off asshole.” He grinned in amusement. Her pale green eyes shifted away from him but he knew he was right; she was not the kind of quiet, demure little girl she was trying to portray. She was hiding something behind the armament she had put up, but why?

Her simple off-white long sleeved shirt was covered by an odd looking, pale red, sweater vest that appeared handmade; they both were buttoned to the top button. Her pitch black slacks fit loosely on her hips but the bright red high heels she wore practically screamed her craving for attention. She was thin, but had curves she concealed. He wanted, no needed, to find out what her secret was.

He’d chosen her, out of all the applicants, to be his assistant on the research project he was heading. His excuse to the board was that she was the only psychology major that was qualified enough to handle the investigation and a full class load. But he knew all to well that from the moment she had stepped into his office with her application he wanted her. Not just in a professional way, but some unseen force drew him to her. He had a sense about her and wasn’t about to let a little thing like the board get in the way of that.

“But if I have a key, wouldn’t it be possible that I would interrupt you?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Yes Miss Flynn. That would be the point,” he said as pulled the pencil and a small business card out of his shirt pocket and jotted down his cell number. He handed the card to her and put the pencil onto the table between them.

Alexis was very careful not to touch him as she took the small card and placed it in her binder without looking at it, he frowned at her. Although she didn’t notice. He slung a relaxed arm over the back of the recliner and watched her as she fidgeted with the edge of her notebook.

A touch of pink rushed to her cheeks when she noticed he was staring and she removed her glasses. She let out a soft groan and rubbed her face. He wondered what was going through her mind right that second but he couldn’t bring himself to ask. He liked watching her instead. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and then abruptly stood, shoving her glasses onto her petite face.

“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then Professor…I mean Max.” She started for the door when he launched from his seat to block her path. He stepped in front of her and she had to put a hand up to stop herself from running into him. She found the muscles beneath that silky shirt were thick as boards and she had to bite her tongue to keep it in her mouth. Pulling her books closer to her chest, she bit down harder to keep a moan of pleasure from escaping.

His breath caught in his throat as fire raged through his chest at her touch and down to his hardening cock. He suddenly needed more of her; he needed to be closer to her. He took a step towards her and inhaled her female scent. His cock jerked in his pants begging to be released.

“Miss Flynn-“

“Alexis,” she cut him off.

“Alexis,” he said slowly as if he was trying to catch a skittish cat, “would you-”

Their lips were only inches apart. She already knew what he was going to ask and she had to stop it. “Professor Hughes. You don’t want to do this, trust me. I have another class to get to right now. I will email you my class schedule and drop by for the key tomorrow,” she said quickly.

The hard look she pegged him with had him taking a step to the side. He wasn’t sure why he’d followed her unspoken command to shut up and get out of the way but he nodded at her in acceptance. Her hand remained on his chest as she pushed him back against the metal filing cabinets that sat by the door with a heavy slam. They stood there together, only inches apart, her eyes never leaving his. He felt himself being drawn to her undeniable control, silently awaiting her next order. He sucked in a breath as her hand slowly drifted down over his flat stomach, her fingertips barely grazing the top of his belt. His skin prickled with the anticipation of something more to come.

She let out a labored sigh and quickly headed out the door, away from him. Her bright red high heels clapped loudly on the tiled floor as he silently wished he could see more of that fire he’d just glimpsed in her eyes. She rounded the corner and disappeared from his line of sight all too quickly for his taste. Slowly, he let out the breath he hadn’t realized was holding and tried to talk his growing erection back down to a manageable size. Hopefully this wouldn’t become a persistent problem whenever she was around.

He turned and closed the door. Walking towards his chair behind the desk, he took a seat. She’d obviously known what he was about to ask and she’d stopped him. He supposed it could have been the whole ‘don’t fuck your professors’ thing but he seriously doubted it. Despite the protective gear she wore, something told him she wasn’t a stickler for the rules. The way she’d looked at him just then only fueled his curiosity about her. She wanted him as much as he wanted to reveal her and he was going to use it to his advantage.

“What are you hiding Miss Flynn?” he whispered as he picked up a light brown folder and opened it up. Her application was the first one in the stack. There was a raging inferno behind her shield of clothing and terribly unfashionable glasses; he just needed to find out what.