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Excerpt
Passion’s Professor
By
Samantha Rhodes
Chapter One
There was
something about Professor Segura—a kind of electric, challenging
energy that unnerved Elise Richards. She sat near the back of the
class, an exotic mixture of fear and anticipation playing inside
her. Today Professor Segura had surprised Elise when he greeted her
by name, and several times during the lecture, allowed his intense
gaze to linger on her longer than necessary. His vibrant eyes seemed
disturbingly alive, as if illuminated by slow fire. Elise found it
impossible to look at him without succumbing to sensations
inappropriate to the classroom. Despite the interesting subject
matter and his lively presentation, she was unable to concentrate.
Usually among the first to leave, she stayed today at the close of
his lecture when the professor asked to see her. Elise had no idea
what he wanted and grew nervous as the students left the room. But
she moved forward to sit in the front row.
The
usual clique of young coeds gathered around his desk, discovering
last minute questions to ask, vying for his attention. Elise
certainly understood these younger women though she refused to be
part of their antics. Because Professor Segura was such a handsome
man, any woman would admire his lean, powerful body and classically
sculpted features—the strong, confident, but not overly aggressive
jaw, the full, sensuous lips and the slight cleft in his chin, which
hinted at gentleness. His image invaded her consciousness at the
most unexpected moments.
As
the last of the students departed, she shifted uneasily in her seat.
Professor Segura closed the door firmly and strode back to his desk.
Elise tingled all over. She imagined his gloriously muscled body
moving beneath the expensive material of his suit. He seemed to flow
rather than walk. She stood as he approached.
“How are you, Miss Richards?” he asked in his rich, sonorous voice.
“Won’t you sit down?”
As
she sat, he leaned back against the front of his desk, arms
outstretched, each hand caressing the edge. He took a deep breath,
and Elise noticed his shirt stretch tightly across his broad chest.
On an especially warm day a few weeks before, he had removed his
jacket, loosened his tie and undone the top buttons of his shirt,
revealing dark, manly chest hair. What did the rest of him look like
beneath those well-styled clothes?
“I’m fine, Professor Segura,” she replied, “but...” She didn’t know
how to continue. He wasn’t making this interview any easier for her.
His eyes bored into hers, unsettling her. She shifted in her seat,
causing her long chestnut hair to cascade over her breasts. Aware of
his scrutiny, she refrained from flicking the wavy mass back behind
her shoulders.
“I
never see you except in class,” he continued, “and you’re in and out
so fast. You never visit during office hours.” He paused, looking at
her with a mixture of mock reproach and puzzlement. “I like to get
to know my students. You’re the only one I don’t know. Do you find
me unapproachable?” He leaned toward her, and a lock of hair fell
forward over his brow. His hair was thick and jet-black with shining
silver flecks reminiscent of a perpetually starry night. Elise
fantasized about running her fingers through it.
“No, no,” she blurted, caught off guard. “It’s just that your
explanations in class are always so...sufficient. There’s no reason
to...” she fumbled. No reason to what, she thought. Did the man have
such a colossal ego that one student not flattering it warranted his
attention?
“Good,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. “You seem to be a serious
student. I like the way you ask questions. I’m impressed by the work
you’ve handed in.”
“Thank you.” She found it hard to look at him. Was he mocking her?
She could almost feel him concentrating on her breasts while he
talked. His gaze sent hot shivers through her intimate parts and her
nipples hardened under the thin cotton of her India print blouse.
Professor Segura sat on the edge of his desk. He swung his long legs
and continued. “I consider myself a good judge of character and
ability. I’m willing to take a chance on you.”
Confused by where the conversation
might be leading, Elise looked up and confronted the daring in his
ebony eyes.
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