My Professor's Little Girl

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Dr. Kingstin's POV continued 

Miss Rayers was not yet in class, and we were already five minutes in. I turned to the board to begin the lesson, and I was halfway through teaching the anatomy of the brain when Miss Rayers strolled in. I turned to see who was at the door, as did everyone else, and was surprised to see her standing there, unconcerned about her tardiness and not looking as if what I said to her during the weekend hurt her as much as it did me. Wait, what in the world is she wearing? The way the bodycon dress gripped her body was incredibly hot; I had no idea she had curves like that. I mean, I knew, but that dress really made her stand out. How could she do this? All I wanted to do was kiss her bare skin on her chest, neck, and stomach. The ideal length of that dress was highlighted by gorgeous legs and thighs that were neither too revealing nor covering those beautiful legs. To be honest, her subtle makeup did not go unnoticed; it emphasized her eyes and added volume to her lips.

I need to get back to reality; I am the professor here, and as everyone else looks, I am supposed to draw attention back to class and chastise her for being late. Yes, that is what I need to do.

"Miss Rayers, you are 10 mins late."

With the same casual demeanor, she said, "Good morning, Dr. Kingstin. I woke up late."

Before I could ask her any more questions, she found her friend and moved to a free seat near her. I could not help but stare at her back view. I swear, if I hadn't been surrounded by everyone here , I would have stridden to her and bent her over one of those desks with that attitude that she was giving me and ask her who all of that sass was for.

"As I was saying.." Trying to get the class back. "The brain is divided into three major parts: the cerebrum, cerebellum, and brainstem. Who can tell me what the cerebrum's role is?

I scanned the room from beginning to end, and my gaze returned to Miss Rayers, prompting me to pick on her.

"Miss Rayers, please what can you say about the function of the cerebrum in the brain?"

She confidently stood up and challenged the question.

"The cerebrum is responsible for the interpretation of touch, vision, and hearing, as well as speaking, reasoning, emotions, learning, and fine motor control. I hope this addresses your query, sir, and you will not need to ask someone else for a different solution or response to your question."

That final sentence hit me like a bullet, and I knew she was talking to what happened the other day. I deserved it, and aside from the fact that I wanted her, I made a mistake by telling a student such depressing remarks. I shouldn't have said all that to her. I am so sorry, Miss Rayers; I kept saying it all weekend and even got drunk because of my shitty conduct toward you.

"That is very correct Miss Rayers and no your answer was perfect I don't need the opinion of anyone else."

I had to make her feel good about herself and this was going to be only the beginning. Class was coming to a conclusion sooner than intended since I was enjoying the students' responses.

"You are all aware that we are not planning to have a lesson tomorrow; nevertheless, due to a timetable adjustment for this week, our session tomorrow will begin at 1:00pm at the University's garden. Please come sporty! Thank you, and enjoy the rest of your day. Class is dismissed."

As everyone started filing out, I kept an eye on Miss Rayers while packing my suitcase. She looked stunning in that outfit, and the thought of every male laying eyes on her had my blood rush quicker than usual, but I couldn't do anything right now. I need her to slowly forgive me before I can properly apologize to her. We made eye contact as she stepped down from her seat with her friend and held the connection until she left the hall. Now, during the time that our eyes were connected, we reasoned with each other because I could tell that my eyes were telling her all she needed to hear, and I could see that she was resisting them. I promised myself that I would make it work. As soon as everyone left the room, I transported all of my belongings to my car. I was finished for the day and wanted to adequately prepare for tomorrow's session, which meant getting up early to come on time.