I eat professors like him for breakfast.
The moment Professor Grant shows up at my English 401 class is the day that I decide I’m not going to let some a$$hole ruin my last year as an undergrad. I’ve worked way too hard, avoiding classes taught by pompous literary professors who have nothing better to do than assign busywork.
It turns out Professor Grant is the worst offender of them all, and he isn’t letting me off easy. Well, he’s in for a surprise.
Sure, the silver fox look he’s rocking turns me on, and yes, unfortunately, he’s built as he can f*ck you into next week, but I don’t care.
I want him gone. Fired. Disintegrated from existence.
That is until he touches me, teases me, and challenges me as no professor has before.
Now, I’m not so sure I want him out of my life.
I’m starting to get used to the way he shows up at my apartment unannounced. The way he calls me spoiled whenever I complain about my assignments and damn it all to hell, even that annoying, haughty look he gives me before burying his c*ck inside me.
I never thought this would happen, but Professor Grant might be one assignment I’m willing to do the extra work for this year.
