My Professor's Little Girl

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Miss Rayers's POV

The intoxicating scent of men's cologne enveloped the classroom before he strode in like he owned the place. A tall figure emerged from the door as he gracefully walked into the class. Every step was calculated to give you a perfect walking procession. He didn't make eye contact with anyone, only with the platform on which he was walking to. As he progressed, all I could see were his broad shoulders, which definitely showed that he was built under that shirt, the content being six packs of well-packed deliciousness, and his well-defined leg structure. As he took his stand on the platform, I saw his face, and then I sneezed, which the whole class heard, and I was so embarrassed, but Dr. Kingston seemed to have ignored it. His jawline was perfectly sharp, his neck was in sync with his face, his nose was well-placed, and his gorgeous black eyes that could pierce one's soul with just a single stare. His chestnut hair was carefully styled—not too tidy or too messy, just on point. His outfit complimented his body. I nearly fainted when he brought out his hands; they were bigger than mine and veiny. Only if those hands found a way into my inner thighs to caress my skin like a Greek god. He strode in front of us and began to speak, and I actually fainted (slightly lost consciousness, forgot how to breathe). His voice was deep and sexy, and at the same time, raspy. As he spoke, only dirty thoughts clouded my mind.

"My name is Dr. Dameon Kingstin, and I will be your substitute teacher for this school year. It will be my pleasure to get to know you and teach you."

He definately is a CEO, with that instructive manner as he speaks, walks, and moves his body.

"Before I get to know your names, one particular student caught my attention as I was waiting outside." "Miss Rayers, please step forward."

Not because he called me out, but because my name sounded so good coming out of his mouth, even if it was my last name, I wondered how my first name would sound. As I walked forward to the front of the class, also praying that my clumsiness would not take over, less than a minute later, still walking to the front, guess what? I tripped I fucking tripped. I expected to say hello and how do you do to the ground that was already used to my greetings, but that didn't happen. Instead, I landed on a firm set of strong hands, from which a strong and familiar scent engulfed me. I have never been so happy to be embarrassed in my life. As the whole class began to laugh the only voice I could hear was his.