Stomach in knots, a tall blonde knocked on the door to Darren Cook's classroom. Tapping her foot anxiously, Brianna White waited for the teacher to answer. After what seemed like hours, a low husky voice answered.
"Come in."
Licking her lips briefly, Brianna opened the door and let herself in. "Hello, Mr Cook," she spoke softly, voice trembling with nerves.
The English professor of the University Of North Carolina- Charlotte looked up from his stack of copied syllabus. Lowering his glasses, he looked the young woman up and down.
Tremors of nerves and lust shot through Brianna's veins under the man's intense gaze. A flash of heat jolted through her body, and protectively, she wrapped her arms tightly around herself. "Hi," she repeated, nervously, heat creeping up her fair skinned cheeks.
Darren nodded briefly, resting his palms on the wooden desk. "You're late," he said sternly.
"I'm so sorry. I uh...I got caught up, in traffic." Brianna stammered. Since entering the classroom, she had not moved from the spot by the door. It was as if her feet had been cemented to the floor. She felt as if she were playing with fire, one that could get her burnt badly.
Once again, the professor nodded. "I see. You said that you wanted to speak to me?"
"Yes!" Brianna squeaked, nodding quickly, blonde curls bouncing around her face with the movement. "About that ah, uh, extra credit we spoke about earlier." The blonde couldn't quite place a finger on why she was so nervous. After all, it was only Darren Cook, a man that she had known for quite awhile. So there was no need for her to be so..anxious and uptight around him.
Pushing the papers aside, Darren lazily leaned across the desk as he removed his rimless glasses. "Well. I can't teach you from all the way over there. Come closer. I don't bite." A slow, sultry smile curves his lips. Brianna's beautiful blue orbs stared at him for a short while, eyes full of nervousness and there was something else...desire.
Brianna laughed nervously, teetering back and forth on her heels. Goosebumps had broken out on her bare arms, but it was not due to the air conditioning; no, it was everything to do with the man that stood before her.
Darren Cook did not look like your average teacher. His brown hair was quite long and unruly, adding to the scruffy look that he had going on. His grey eyes were dark and intense. He looked like he would be more at home in a rock band rather than a class room. In short, he was one of the sexiest men that Brianna had ever laid eyes on. His intelligence made him even more attractive. Shaking her head in an attempt to banish her lusty thoughts, she tentatively took a step closer to his desk, her pace deliberately slow. Nervous butterflies flitted around in her stomach, as well as desire.
A slow grin graced Professor Cook's face, transforming him. While he'd looked like a stern, straight-laced teacher a mere few moments ago, he now looked a great deal less intimidating, which should have calmed the blonde's nerves. But it didn't; instead, she almost wished that he would put on his "teacher's face" again. It was something about his eyes that got her every time- they were just so...expressive. The eyes were a window to a person's soul. One look into someone's eyes, you could instantly tell what they were thinking.
And right now...his eyes were darkening slightly, glimmering with naughty suggestions, hungry and probing. It was as if he were seeing straight through her white blouse and knee length plaid skirt. Under his heavy gaze, wetness pooled between her legs.
Darren's eyes probed her up and down. Miss White was definitely stunning. Despite her virginal appearance, he found her incredibly sexy. Her long, curly blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders. Her long, slender legs were just perfect for wrapping tightly around his waist during the throes of passion. And her lips...they were so pink and pillowy...and kissable. Her perky breasts were large, but they filled out her tops in just the right way. He wanted to play with them until she cried out his name in ecstasy. The very thought had groin tightening, his mouth dry.
Finally, Brianna had reached his desk. Sitting in the wooden chair in front him, she swallowed hard. "So..." she stated, drumming her fingers on the desk."You said you wanted me to retake a quiz? For extra credit?"
"That's right," Darren drawled, leaning closer to her. He was now close enough where Brianna could smell the tinge of his musky cologne and the detergent. "Have you been studying? Because...you really need to bring up the grades. You're one of my favourite students, Brianna, and I'd hate to have you flunking out."
Brianna's heart had jumped into her ribcage and was now pounding rapidly against her bones. She would not have been surprised if the young professor could hear her heartbeat. Pulse pounding, she briefly looked down and nodded again. If she were a more ballsy, gutsy woman, she would have asked, "Oh, Professor Cook, is that the only thing that I'm bringing up?" But she was not, and there was no way that such naughty words could ever escape her mouth. Even thinking them had her blushing. Instead, "I..I know. And yes, I have been studying...quite well. Intensely."
Darren licked his lips. Despite the near frigid temperature of the dimly lit classroom, heat blazed through him. "Have you?" Reaching out, he slowly ran a finger over Brianna's lips.
She trembled over his touch, trying to relax slightly. Every ounce of common sense she possessed was screaming at her to leave this class room and go home. However, lust won over. Sitting stock still, she nodded again. "Yes." She repeated, aware that she was beginning to sound like a broken record.
"Are you going to...demonstrate for me? Show me how much you've learned?" Professor Cook asked, his eyes darkening behind the glasses.
"Yes. I mean, yeah. Oh, I am." Brianna rolled her eyes, grinning sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I sound like a broken record." She looked up and smiled at him.
Goodness. Her smile was dazzling. Everytime she would flash it his way, Darren found himself breathless. As cheesy as it sounded, Brianna White simply took his breath away. And he had to have her. "Its okay," Darren grinned, winking as he stroked her cheeks.
Brianna closed her eyes, her nerves slowly calming as her entire being came alive under his touch. Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric of her bra. "Do you know why?" he was asking.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head.
"I thought you studied?" Darren raised his eyebrows, pulling away.
Whimpering from the loss of contact, Brianna opened her eyes. "I lied."
"Did you?" Professor Cook's mouth thinned, but as always, his eyes gave him away. A mischievous twinkle had appeared.