Teach Me

Catalina

Two Days Later…

After my eventful first day here at Rockrimmon, I mustered the courage to show my face in public again. Most of the students seemed to have moved on to bigger and better things, though some pointed at me in the hallway as they whispered amongst themselves. Whatever. My main problem was...the man I ran into, spilling coffee all over, was now my anthropology professor.

What were the odds?

I was a magnet for drama; however, I had to admit I created half of it. Seeing him again reminded me of this fact, and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I hoped he had forgotten about that day. I knew I wanted to, except for the part where I was fucking him on that very desk at the front of the classroom where he now stood. In his well-tailored gray suit. Christian Grey, if you nasty. The thought of sex was taking over my brain, and it didn't help that it was today's lesson either. Malinowski noted that although the capacity for sexual pleasure may be constitutional, human sexual behavior "is rather a sociological and cultural force than a mere bodily relation of two individuals."

Study of man. I observed the gorgeous specimen in front of the classroom, taking into account his wayward brown hair, chiseled jaw with a five-o-clock shadow, vibrant brown eyes...and oh, that tight, muscular ass. Thanks, Professor Belford for taking the sabbatical. As the class went on, I was looking forward to the sexology aspect of this course, if you caught my drift. Interim Professor Wright was hotter than Hell, and all I wanted to do now was fuck him as I had in my fantasy. A girl had to have goals.

"Earth to Catalina," Eden whispered. "Stare at him any harder, and you might burn a hole through the poor man. I mean, you already spilled coffee on him. Hasn't he suffered enough?"

Okay, I guess I am never going to live that down. I ignored her remark. "And that's where you are wrong. He's not poor in every sense of the word. He's a fine specimen indeed." I twirl a strand of hair around my finger.

She rolled her eyes with a soft giggle. "Nerd speak. Hot. So hot your lady parts are on fire." She fanned me with her notebook.

"No need to worry about my lady parts, my friend; I plan to have them explored in no time."

"Yeah, at tonight's Pi Alpha Nu frat party with boys our age."

"Don't make me vom, okay. These college boys don't know what to do with a farm girl like me. We require experienced hands."

"What are you going to do; hog tie them if they misbehave?" She arched her eyebrow, giggling. "Maybe. But I need someone more sophisticated, worldly."

Like the professor.

"I hate to break it to you, but Professor Wright ain't it. You know the rules; student-teacher relationships are strictly forbidden. And besides, he doesn't give anyone here outside of his social circle the time of day. You'll be trying until the day you die."

There you go again with these damn rules.

Eden told me Professor Wright was on the National Anthropology board, and only socialized with Rockrimmon royalty, in college terms, the bougie-as-fuck crowd. Being a farm girl through and through, I often envisioned how the other half lived, and with the diversity on campus, I would get my fair dose of exposure. People from all walks of life roamed this campus, and with so much to distract me, I was starting to feel less homesick. But back to my main distraction, or should, I say dick-straction.

I caught the bottom of my lip in between my teeth, watching the way Professor Wright talked so passionately with his hands, the same hands I craved to have all over me. When this gorgeous man was involved, lust was a ravenous beast I didn't want to tame. I took this as a challenge because no one, especially Queen Flytrap Amelia told me I couldn't have something I wanted. I would cut her some slack this time, though. We were still getting to know each other, but Eden would find out soon enough who she was dealing with. My nickname back home wasn't Cat Claws for nothing. I just needed to continue building my foundation and prove to everyone I belonged here on my terms. Then things would fall into place for me.

"Come on; it'll be fun." She pushed out her bottom lip. Eden was the most adorable roommate a girl could ask for, the square-framed glasses sealing the deal. How could I possibly say no to that face? "Okay, let's go. But if a belligerent frat boy barfs all over my outfit, you're doing my homework for a week."

"Deal."

"Vargas. Summers. Is there something more interesting you'd like to share with the class? Because you're not paying attention to today's lesson?" His brown eyes became stormy, pinning us in place.

Eden avoided his gaze altogether and sank lower in her seat. "No."

"No, sir," I said, clearing my throat.

His deep voice had the hairs on my skin erect like I wanted his cock to be.

God, Cat. Stop thinking about his cock. What is wrong with you? I was behaving worse than a bitch in heat.

"Very well. Since you were disturbing my class, what are the four main principles that guide cultural anthropology as a field?" He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his eyes challenging me mentally, emotionally, and physically as heat raced through me.

Shit!

I really should pay more attention in class instead of daydreaming about fucking my professor. The idea was ridiculous. He didn't want me. In fact, judging by the way he was glaring at me, I was sure he hated me. Not just for interrupting his class but ruining his shirt at breakfast the other day. Disgust was practically written all over his face. It didn't matter. My body wanted what it wanted, and that was to shove that scowling face between my thighs. Why was Professor Wright affecting me like this? I was a virgin, but every time I looked into his hypnotic eyes, even the first day I bumped into him, literally, all I could see was...sex. Lots of it. In every position imaginable. Almost as if bumping into him caused the premonition. "I…"

"Cat got your tongue, Miss Vargas?"

"I—" If you only knew, professor.

"That's it. Thanks to Miss Vargas, I want a research paper from everyone on those four principles she cannot seem to remember. Class dismissed."

A cold front suddenly wafted through the classroom. Not only did Professor Wright hate me, but the whole class did, too. Well, everyone except for Eden. If looks could kill. Pissing off your classmates was not an excellent way to build this so-called rep she had been harping on about. Nor was wanting to sleep with your professor, but I digress.

Evil glares seared my heart as the other students filed out into the hallway. I had to make this right. "I'll catch up to you in a second."

"Seriously, Catalina. Just let this little fantasy go. It's not healthy."

"Got it." I nodded even though I had no intention of letting go. Obsession was potent in my veins like blood cells. "I'm going to apologize. That's all." "Okay. I'll wait outside, but if you're not out of here in five minutes, I am coming back in to drag your professor-whipped butt out of here." Her quick judgment aside, Eden had been good to me since day one. Bless her heart because I was about to put her through the wringer. This was probably the beginning of how I would lose the only real friend I ever had.

"I won't be long."

Her eyes slit into a glare before grabbing her Gucci tote and falling in line after the other students. Now, it was just me and Professor Wright left in the room with too much space between us. I strolled down the stairs, adjusting the v-neck blouse I borrowed from Eden, purposely showing off more of my cleavage. Though, Professor Wright wasn't the average Joe. It was going to take a miracle to get him to look at me a fraction of the way I looked at him. I needed to up my game. But how? Getting in good with his crowd seemed to come to mind.

"If you're coming to apologize, hoping to weasel your way out of the assignment, you're wasting your time." He didn't glance in my direction and continued to collect a stack of papers from his desk, meticulously placing them inside his leather briefcase.

Okay, plan B.

"Culture, cultural relativism, diversity, and change."

"Ah, so you were paying attention." The sound of him zipping up his suitcase filled the space, and he stood upright; his stone-cold expression didn't waver. Fire fizzled in his eyes.

I swallowed the ball of saliva forming in my throat, feeling smaller underneath his glare. "Yes, I'm genuinely here to learn. I just had a momentary lapse in judgment. It won't happen again."

"Good. Because next time I'll dismiss you from my class indefinitely."

I grimaced. His words hurt like a bee sting. Eden was right. This obsession wasn't worth destroying my future. My family was counting on me to graduate. I was the first of our family accepted into college. I had a lot riding on this. Maybe then Mom and Dad would pay more attention to me. But...my eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants, and quickly, my recent thought was all but forgotten. My fantasies took center stage, ballerinas dancing before my eyes. Professor Wright had me bent over his desk, my bare ass exposed to him with a ruler in his hand and my longing for him to spank me, coating my inner thighs.

"Miss Vargas?" His deep baritone voice reverberated through me, rattling me out of my sexual transfixion.

"Sorry, I haven't been getting much sleep. Menstrual cramps and all." Why the hell did I let that casually slip? Why would he give a damn about my womanly problems?

"Hmm." Professor Wright narrowed his gaze a moment before adjusting his tie. "Well, take some Midol, rest. Do whatever you have to do, but tomorrow, be attentive in my class, Miss Vargas." "Umm...yes, Professor." He handled that better than I thought he would.

Thanks for not making our conversation more awkward. I, on the other hand, should refrain from talking altogether.

"Good day." He promptly stepped around me and took the stairs two at a time until he was out of sight.

Now, I was alone with my thoughts, straying back to my fantasy where it had left off. Closing my eyes, I ran my fingertips over the uneven surface of his desk, imagining my pert nipples pressed against it, the coolness of the desk doing nothing to simmer down the heat burning inside me. Professor Wright was behind me as I lay waiting for his expert touch, entirely at his mercy, and the sting the ruler would leave on my skin. The vision had that ever-growing heat twisting through my core as I bit down on my bottom lip, an ache hitting the nub between my legs.

Professor, please touch me. I want to show you what a good girl I am.

"Cat!" I spun around to find Eden standing there at the top of the staircase, glaring at me as if my sin was on display for all the world to see. Had I been fantasizing out loud? "What are you still doing in here, and why were you running your hands over the Professor's desk like a pervert?" My eyes flickered between Eden and his desk, pushing down my desires with a hard swallow. "I was just thinking. I need to do better. You're right; my obsession is ridiculous. I have zero chance with the professor. He didn't even acknowledge me when I tried to apologize." I thought we had a moment back there, as small as it was, but she didn't need to know that. "I'm sorry, but it's for the best. I'm glad you've finally come to your senses." Her eyes suddenly brightened with glee. "I have the perfect remedy for your troubles, girl." "What's that?" With my head hung low between my shoulders, I walked up the stairs. Nothing could remedy this pain. I was sick with a longing that may never be cured, for every detail and curve of that man was forever burned into my brain. She jumped up and down, grabbing my hands. "Retail therapy, bish. My treat. Well, my parents' treat, but you get the idea." I laughed despite my internal war to forget my steamy vision—Eden's sweet and upbeat spirit was infectious. "Thank goodness. Have you seen my clothes?" "Girl, you are going to look like Rockrimmon royalty when I am done with you; all the boys are going to be eating out of the palm of your hand in no time. You'll see." "Professor Who?" I said, and we both laughed, making our way out the door. Was shopping the way to get the professor out of my head?