Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..15..

I stand in the hallway, beyond Professor Jackson's office, just thinking.

It's been almost two years since I've been with a man.

And I can't believe Professor Jackson is the man who wants me.

He said so himself, but what does that mean for us?

I know if we start dating, we won't be able to do things normal dating people do.

Because I'm his student.

This university will do more than hem us up if we're found out.

This is the first time I've really wanted to be with a man and I can't even do it publicly.

Just my fucking luck.

"Jenna!" A man calls from behind me.

I already know who it is.

"Hey, Brad," I smile, turning around to greet him. "what are you doing here?"

"Just finishing some last-minute things for Professor Jack-ASS." He rolls his eyes then smiles as he adjusts his backpack on his shoulder. "What are you doing here? You just come from his office?"

"Oh, yeah," I nod, refusing to look at the Professor's office door. "I was uhh--I was giving him back his coat. It was in my car."

"Oh, did he say anything rude when you gave it back?"

"No. Actually, he was quite pleasant."

Brad frowns, confused. "Odd. He must have gotten some ass between lunch and meeting you to be pleasant." I start coughing, because I'm choking on my spit. "Jenna," Brad pats my back as I continue coughing. "damn, are you okay? I was just joking."

"I'm fine." I squeak, holding up a finger, before clearing my throat. "Umm, I'm-I'm just gonna go."

"Gotta go see Dean St. Paul?" He asks as I nod and turn to leave. "Okay," He licks his lips as I bite my bottom lip. "I'll text you. Later, honey."

"Bye, Brad." I wave, heading towards the elevators, as he walks away from me in the opposite direction.

**

"So, Professor Jackson," Tia purrs, tracing her fingers over the edge of his desk. "are there any errands you'd like me to run for you?"

"No." Michael shakes his head without looking from his computer.

Tia licks her lips and leans forward. "Would you like me to run to Starbucks to get you a latte?"

Michael keeps his eyes on the computer screen as he sighs. "No."

"Would you like me to strip naked and let you have your way with my body?"

Michael's eyes widen and he finally looks from his computer screen to her.

Tia starts unbuttoning her blouse as Michael's jaw drops. "Oh my--"

**

"Jenna," Dean St. Paul calls before I walk out of his office.

"Yes, sir?"

He looks concerned as he says, "I heard you and Professor Jackson got into an exchange in his class."

I smile, softly. "It wasn't anything, sir. I spoke out of turn and the disturbance was my fault."

"Be that as it may, if he gives you a hard time again, Jen." He looks from my face to my chest and sighs. "Let me know, okay?"

I chuckle, nervously. "Will do, sir. Will that be all? I'm about to be late for my job at the gym."

"Oh, yes, that's all." Dean St. Paul smiles as he stands from his chair behind his desk. "Feel free to leave, Jenna, and have a good time at your "other less important" job."