I know what you like. It was a secret whispered from her eyes, though they were completely alone. He

I know what you like.

It was a secret whispered from her eyes, though they were completely alone. He was braking every rule even by doing nothing, but he just couldn’t help himself. It’s college! You’re supposed to experiment! The voice in the back of his head protested; but to be honest…wasn’t that why he wanted to be a professor in the first place? Wasn’t that why we was a little harsh with his red pen on this particular student?

She winked at him. Clearly she’d done her homework….if not the one set from class, but she really did know. It was as if she’d wiggled into the darkest crevasses of his mind and dressed to match. “This will be our little secret,” and she leaned forward on all fours.

His heart was beating fast, but all the blood was rushing from his head. He couldn’t think. He could only do. She smiled, daring him. Daring him to risk it all. His job. His marriage. His career, reputation. Put it all into her young, cute, innocent hands. That might have been a comfort, but she was just dressing up to accomplish her own ends.

And why shouldn’t he? The little voice of warning in the back of his head was almost a whisper now. She could see it, somehow, and leaned down to kiss the bunny. Softly, gently, innocently smothering the last of his conscience.

“Will you teach me to be a bad girl, Professor?”

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