Teacher's pet

Chapter 1

Initially, you had signed up for the course about transnational crime because it sounded interesting, the premise of a guest lecturer who taught about his field of work immediately drawing your interest. Usually, those guest professors managed to transfer their knowledge way more engaging than the resident ones, who were a bit too deep in their theoretical studies.

It only took half an hour of the first lecture until word started to spread about the hot new guest professor. With the second lecture, the auditorium turned into a catwalk. Skirts and dresses got shorter, blouses opened just a tad too much, and there was no space in front of the bathroom mirrors because everyone suddenly had to refresh their makeup.

Normally, you sat in the last row. You always did, could concentrate better when you sat there on your own, and it was enough to avoid being asked too many questions by the professors. Not that you weren't attentive, you were just a bit shy. But with the great influx of new students, your preferred spot was no longer quiet and peaceful, instead filled with annoying giggles and chatter, so you resorted to the only remaining free spot in the whole auditorium.

First row.

Definitely out of your comfort zone, but you wanted to pass this course, and it wasn't like your new professor was hard on the eyes.

The way his biceps strained the fabric of his dress shirt and the fact that you could probably draw his back muscles from memory alone after watching him write on the chalkboard for the past few hours wasn't really helping with your focus. Not to mention the hint of his cologne that seemed to cling to you whenever he walked past your seat.

Silencing those thoughts as soon as they bubbled to the surface because you were pretty sure that this man didn't need another girl who was swooning over him instead of listening to his lecture.

Price had sworn to himself that he would not start anything with one of his students. No matter how much Ghost and Soap were mocking him about how he needed a woman in his life because he was essentially married to the Taskforce at this point.

But this was not the time, nor the place to find someone. Not only would it cause a ton of problems, but it could also cost him his new position, and besides, he never really had a thing for younger women. He didn't care for the countless girls that tried to charm him. But unfortunately, this wasn't because of his plan to keep to himself. No, from the moment you snuck onto that seat in the first row, he only had eyes for you.

Maybe it was the way you looked up to him through dark eyelashes or the way you absentmindedly put your pen in your mouth when you were concentrating.

No matter what it was, it wasn't helping with his focus, the task of keeping his pants from straining getting harder with every passing lecture.

Especially after the lecture was over and he had to watch you pack up your stuff. Excruciatingly slow, as if you wanted him to notice, yet so effortlessly entrancing.

A stark contrast to the girls that stood around his desk, bombarding him with stupid questions. Causing him to excuse himself as soon as you left the auditorium. No need for him to stay a second longer, no matter how many of those girls were just waiting for a signal to sink to their knees right in front of him.

To make matters worse, Price wasn't even sure if you were doing all of this on purpose. Or if you were just trying to be an eager student, and if he was acting like a creep that was fantasizing about you way too much for his own good.

So he tried his hardest to keep his growing need for you under control and that went well, until the day of the first exam came up.

Since you were sitting in the first row, he had to hand a stack of exam papers to you, so that you could hand them to the students behind you. But your hand briefly touched his, just for a few milliseconds, and then you looked up at him with the most gorgeous smile he had ever seen.