50 Shades of Stan🔥

My favorite subject 🔥🎓📚

That morning I knew from the stare of Miss Carter my grade on the class test was an F:Math was definitely not my favorite subject. "Hailey...what should I do?You'd better look for a teacher to get private lessons these Christmas holidays.I expect your grade to improve!"

My deskmate and bestie Jules tried to give me some comfort: "Maybe I should ask my father who is Philosophy professor is at St. Andrew if he knows any Maths' one to advice. I'll give you a call within tonight" she told me while the bell was ringing the end of the lessons. I was worried to tell my parents but I had to. During the dinner my father got a little upset and my mom complained, he was an engineer but had not patience to help me with homework or explaining rules and stuff like that.I promptly answered Jules was going to phone me with the right name to help me.She texted me before going to bed and gave me his phone nr, my parents agreed to invite him and meet for a coffee at out home.I would have called him the morning after during lunch break.I typed on my phone book his name and number: Professor Stan.

"hello?" "Ehm..good morning..Mr...Professor Stan..", a deep voice answered on the other line "this is Hailey.my classmate,Mr Rogers' daughter,gave me your phone number for some private lessons.I am not very good at and my grades are bad.My parents and I were wondering if maybe you'll be free to help.." he didn't talk back for some seconds then said "I'd be glad to.I have a couple of afternoons off every week,Tuesday and Friday,from 5 to 7.will it work for you?"I was so surprised that barely forgot to ask about the price for his service "I hope not to be rude asking how much will you ask for an hour", he smiled "absolutely not,15 bucks per hour". That was quite cheap! "will you come to our house,let's say,this Friday to meet and do the first lesson?", I asked finally "That would be perfect!Thanks for calling me and a nice afternoon to you,Hailey, right?looking forward to meeting soon!" His voice lowered and softened a little while he closed the call.That gave me chills.

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I spent the following 3 days imaging how Mr Stan could look like, old and bold or young and handsome? If he was more or less Jules' father age about 45. Over all I hoped he was not too severe, my troubles on Math were quite serious. That Friday at 5 I heardthe doorbell ringing from my bedroom, my mom opened the door "Welcome Professor Stan.I am Melissa, Hailey's mother and this is Alex, my husband and her father". He answered in a deep voice introducing himself as Sebastian. "Hailey! Professor Stan is here,come to meet him!" I stared at myself one last time in the mirror before leaving,as I entered the dining room he was talking from the back with my dad "oh here you are honey, this is Mr Stan" he turned and his crystal blue eyes covered by glasses made me barely blind..He was incredibly handsome, his short brown hair showed a chiseled jaw and his beefy body mostly exploded inside the elegant suit. My lessons were going to be battles against my mind and self control.All the hotness in a man!

He shook my hand and first stared deep into my eyes then outlined the shape of my body making me feel naked "If you like we can sit and plan our calendar, Hailey!" I finally opened my mouth at the high sound of my name from his lips "of course,nice to meet you", my mom said "guide Mr Stan to your room,darling" he followed me immediately.

I left the door half open and sat with him at my desk "You need to get a better grade,don't you?let's see how I can help you.I will be a little strict but we can work it out". Omg how could we possibly spend hours together with me already daydreaming about him? weren't all Maths professors old and bold? It was only a stupid hearsay! When his fingers scrolled through the page of my book I felt a shiver down my spine. He perceived it because his eyes drowned once more into mine "don't worry. We will find the right way to clear up your questions", he said those words massaging his chin. He wrote down a planning for the next 2 lessons and gave me some exercises to see where something went wrong, down the desk my legs kept shaking nervously, my hands sweated. I realized he had come so close I could feel his breath on my neck, I inhaled the spicy scent of his aftershave. When I finished (And it was so hard!) the exercise he took the pen from my fingers touching them with his, I turned it head and met his face "You know the rules but you're afraid of coming to the end.something in your brain stops..we will unlock this" I swallowed when the touch of his knee met my thigh. We were interrupted by my mom coming into the room "Mr Stan,as soon as you fixed the lessons please give us a copy of the plan.Next Friday my husband and I will be out but Hailey's grandma lives in the flat next to this if you need anything".