Nerdgasm | Chaennie

Chapter 3: Professors's TA

JENNIE

Score one to my Intro to Mythology class for the mega eye candy. When I first entered the lecture hall, I instantly sought out the professor so I could express my apologies, and I was taken aback by how sexy he is. Sure, I heard the rumors, but I thought they were exaggerated; that's definitely not the case. Tall with dark hair and strong, broad shoulders, he's a knockout. His five o'clock shadow makes his bright green eyes pop, and his deep voice is smoother than hot syrup. He holds himself with a distinct air of authority, and although he was nice enough, there's something about him that is a little too intense for me. He effortlessly holds the class's attention, and I get the impression from the way he talks and assesses everyone that he's a force to be reckoned with in any setting. I don't know if he's married, but he looks like he'd freakin' consume a woman (or men). That almost scary sex appeal is probably why the majority of class is female. Hell, almost all of the girls are practically panting and gushing in their seats, but I'll take a hard pass.

I'm set to graduate after this semester, and I only need a few more classes and this one to satisfy an overlooked elective requirement to get my degree. I'm thankful I'm not caught up in the fangirling over my professor because it'll be easier for me to focus and keep my GPA up.

Instead, my interests have surprisingly fallen elsewhere. I can't keep my gaze from tracking back to my new professor's TA every few minutes. Gorgeous in an unassuming way, she's making it hard for me to focus on the last part of the syllabus that's being covered right now. Maybe I spoke too soon. If this continues, I might have trouble concentrating the rest of the semester.

At first glance, she isn't anything like the others who normally catch my attention. I'm usually attracted to people who love being in the spotlight—whether as a sports star or just within their circle of friends—and I can tell this one is the exact opposite. Not only did she straight up blush and look adorably bashful when I smiled at her, she almost seems hesitant to maintain eye contact with me. She looks content to sit back and observe, made all the more obvious when the professor draws attention to her.

"Now that we've covered the syllabus, I'd like you all to meet my TA, Rosé." God, even her name is kind of hot. He gestures toward the object of my attention, who gives an awkward little wave to the class. "You can consider her my right hand , and she'll be your first point of contact this semester should you have any concerns. I expect her to receive the same deference and respect you'd afford me. Rosé, do you have anything you'd like to say to the class?"

I watch in curiosity as a lightning-quick moment seems to flash between professor and TA, almost as if a challenge was thrown down. I can see the ruddiness of Rosé's cheeks before she nods and moves to stand next to the podium. She doesn't look comfortable being the center of attention, but her body moves with the confident, easy gait of someone at home in their own skin. She's tall but robust with short blonde hair, shoulder length and she keeps changing sides of her hair.

Her smooth, soothing voice interrupts my slow perusal of her body. "As Professor Styles mentioned, I'm Roseanne Park. I'm in the graduate program for mythological studies, so I'm happy to help should you have any questions. If you need me, my contact information is in the syllabus, but please feel free to come talk to me if you need anything. You know where to find me," she adds on with a sweet smile. She then removes her glasses and cleans the lenses on the hem of her shirt, thus signalling the end of her introduction.

"Excellent. Thank you, Rosé," Kim says. "That'll conclude today's lecture. Please come prepared to discuss Hesiod's Theogony and the three major generations of power. You'll find resources in your text and online. I'll see you all next week."