Professor KHAN [DISCONTINED]

Chapter 8: What Have I Got Myself Into?

Was he out of his mind? Yes. Here the highly-esteemed professor was running out of his home in the dead of night to pick up a student....but not just any student. Kajol. Things like this were against University rules... but he knew he was way past breaking the rules at this point.

The man had worn sunglasses and a baseball cap to be cautious about other students who could perhaps know and identify him. Driving at speeds that topped racecar drivers, Shah Rukh pulled up to the location he had been tracking. Slamming his brakes to a stop when he saw her. His favorite student. His heart felt a sense of relief. For the first time in days, he had laid his eyes on the beautiful young woman and she was safe. He let himself get an eyeful of her. 'She's so stubborn.' Shah Rukh thought to himself seeing what she dared to wear out. Didn't he tell her not to wear revealing clothes like this? Shah Rukh shook his head as he placed his vehicle in park.

His mind was in conflict as he approached her. Kajol was leaning on the side of the building trying to keep her balance in her high heels. She was definitely out of it. Her eyes were in a dazed and dizzy state. Like she was there but wasn't. Shah Rukh approached her without so much as a greeting; wrapping an arm around her waist he kept her steady and redirected her body to lean against him instead of the wall.

"Professor Khan! That was really,really fast. Did you fly here?!" Kajol asked in slurred speech. Shah Rukh placed a finger over her mouth to silence her. Looking around with anxious eyes he was grateful other students outside the party didn't hear her. Kajol swatted his finger from her lips. Pouting them in displeasure at trying to silence her.

"Let's go to the car." Shah Rukh said firmly. He tightened his grip around her waist before leading her footsteps to follow his own. Kajol attempted to take a step forward, but the heel of her pump bent into two like a twig. Kajol sighed in defeat. In her mind, she just couldn't walk. How could she now?

"I can't walk now! I can't!" Kajol whined out loud bringing attention to herself. Shah Rukh sighed realizing the handful he had just gotten himself into. He used both of his hands to pull down the length of her dress at each side. Stumbling slightly she laid her hand against his neck to keep still. Effortlessly, He swooped her into his arms holding her like a bride. Kajol's face instantly turned a bright red. She felt like an infant that couldn't do anything for herself. Her eyes peered around at onlookers watching them as he walked her to his luxury car. People were probably under the impression that some girl was being picked up by her sugar daddy or something.  That's what the two looked like at least.

"People are watching us." Kajol felt the need to point out. She hid from the eyes on her by nuzzling her face in the small of his neck. 'God, does the man have to smell this sinful?' Kajol thought to herself as she inhaled his scent shamelessly. Shah Rukh bit his lip holding back a small smile. He held her just a little harder. There was so much more he wanted to do to her. Holding her thighs in his strong hands was just the start.

"I know. I just don't care. You're my first priority." Shah Rukh whispered in the air around them. Kajol didn't reply. She didn't know what to say. When had she become his first priority?

Both were silent as he put her down gently into the passenger seat of his car. Their eyes connected fiercely. For a moment they both felt stuck in time, not being able to move under the other's gaze. Kajol's emotions were confusing to her. She was glad he showed up but still resented him for what he had done for her. His number being the only one she could remember was bittersweet. Using his fingertips, lightly Shah Rukh brushed loose strands of hair from her red face.

"Do you think you can put your seat belt on by yourself?" Shah Rukh asked honestly.

"No, Professor." Kajol insisted. She just wanted another excuse for him to touch her.

Without question, Shah Rukh reached for the strap of the safety belt. Ever so slowly he ran the cold metal buckle over her exposed cleavage. A gasp escaped her lips to the cool touch. Slowly he glided it down to her waist before strapping her in securely. His mind started to travel to dirty places. He wondered how she would look tied up. Begging and moaning for him....

Shaking the indecent thoughts Shah Rukh closed her car door with a small slam. The last thing that should be on his mind was giving in to un-pure temptations. He was her professor. It didn't matter what he wanted. The facts were facts.