CHAPTER 5 Paisley

　　Isla and I had just arrived on campus! I was excited to be back and start my second year.

　　“Coffee and then head to first class?” she suggests?

　　“Yes, we have time,” I smile, “I have missed this place,”?I love being in college, “Me too! The summer has been great, but I am happy to be back.” Isla agrees.

　　We had most of our classes together, which worked out great for us because, for some reason, most of the other girls in our classes didn’t seem to like us much. I believe it is because we are different from most of them.

　　“Are you excited to be single this time around? Because you know how many offers you got when you weren’t,” she giggles.

　　“It will make it more fun, that is for sure,” and I was ready for some random fun. I don’t think it will be as much fun as I had on Saturday with Kyler. That was some hot sex! I may regret a little not getting his number for a repeat, but it was all part of the fun: one night and nothing more.

　　Isla and I headed to the coffee shop that was inside the university. Isla grabbed a seat, and I went for the coffee and soon joined her.

　　“I noticed we have Professor Reeves on our schedule. Any idea who he is? I don’t ever remember having him.” Isla questions.

　　I noticed that too but had no clue who this person was. They must be new, which doesn’t surprise me because I knew some professors had retired just before the summer.

　　“No idea! Hopefully, whoever he or she is, they are a good one, and not crabbit,” I laugh. Isla nods, “Yes, we don’t need an asshole.”

　　Isla and I changed the subject to something more exciting. Isla wanted an update on my night with Kyler since I haven’t seen or spoken to her. I spent most of the day sleeping yesterday and getting organized.

　　“And you didn’t even get his number?” she says, shaking her head.

　　“Nah! One night was enough,” I reply, “Plus, I am single now. I want to keep my options open.”?

　　“I get that, especially after being with the same guy for three years,” she smiles.

　　We finish up our coffees and make our way to first class. It will start soon. Most people were already there, including the Professor who had his back to us whilst writing something on the board.

　　“Where do you want to sit?” Isla questions, looking around, “There are a couple of seats in the second row. Let’s take them.”?

　　I slide in first, and Isla sits next to me. It is away from mostly everyone, giving us a good view of what is happening down the front. And right now, I was enjoying the view of the Professor’s ass, which is a lovely one. I know I shouldn’t be looking, but it was there.

　　I pull my attention away from his ass, going into my bag to get the things that I needed out.

　　“Good morning, everyone. I am Professor Reeves.”?

　　How do I recognize that voice? Isla nudges me one, two, three times.

　　“What?” I thunder, turning to her, a little annoyed.

　　She had a shocked look on her face. What the hell is going on??

　　“Turn around,” she whispers.

　　I turned to the front of the class, and the person standing there was not who I was expecting. No, this can’t be happening. His eyes met with mine, and a look of shock took over his face. I am sure my face looked the same.

　　Kyler!

　　What is the damn chance of this happening? What are the chances of the man I hooked up with being my new Professor!? And he looks handsome in his grey suit. Kyler quickly pulls away, acting like he didn’t know who I was. That pissed me off a little, but I get it. He can’t be evident that we know one another.

　　“I thought since it is the first day, and I am new, we could spend the first part of class getting to know each other,” he smiles, “And I will start. I know I introduced myself as Professor Reeves, but you can all call me Kyler. I moved here from the States not too long ago for this job. But I do have Scottish blood running through me because my mother is Scottish.” he added.

　　I look around and see some of the girls listening to his every word and practically drooling over him. Who can blame them? He is a fine man! And knows how to kiss, touch, and fuck, but none of them will find that out. I am the only one who knows that, well, unless he is into screwing his students, which I don’t know since I don’t really know him.

　　Kyler started from the back of his class, working his way down, getting everyone to say their names and some random fact. He came to me.

　　“So, tell me your name and one random fact,” he says, looking at me.

　　I stood, watching his eyes quickly run over me before making eye contact. I smirk and lick my lips.

　　“I am Paisley, and one random fact about me, I go after what I want.”?

　　I watch the entire look on his face change when I said that. Hmm, I think my words may have gotten to him. I should behave! I am sure there are rules against professor/student relationships. I flashed my best smile at him and sat down.

　　He went around the remainder of the class, trying his best to avoid eye contact with me.

　　“What are the chances of this?” Isla whispers, “I know, right?”?

　　“What are you going to do?” she asks, “I haven’t made up my mind as of yet,” I respond honestly.

　　I find my eyes watching after him as he moves around the room. My mind soon drifts off to a naughty place, that naughty place being the memories of him naked, under me, on top of me, behind me. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping to stop the tingling between them. It is easier said than done because he really was terrific! The best sex I have had, next to my ex. So much so, it is a close one between them.

　　It is going to be interesting being in his class three days a week!?

　　***

　　The class had ended. We hadn’t done much, just Kyler talking and getting to know everyone, well, mostly everyone. He has barely come near me the entire lesson. I was annoyed; I am not going to lie. The students were leaving one by one, Isla and I the last two in the class.

　　“Paisley, can I talk to you,” Kyler calls.

　　I nod, and Isla tells me she will wait outside for me. I make my way to him, where he is standing against his desk.

　　“Oh, so I am not invisible after all?” I ask, clearly annoyed with him, raising my brow.

　　“What did you expect me to do? Let everyone know we fucked at the weekend?” he says, shaking his head.

　　“Yes, Kyler, that is what I wanted, for you to announce to everyone that we fucked,” I say rolling my eyes, “Of course not, but I don’t appreciate being completely ignored either,”?

　　“I am sorry, Paisley, I didn’t know how else to respond,” “You and me both,”

　　“No one can know what happened between us,” panic in his voice.

　　“Obviously, not like it matters. We didn’t know this was going to happen,” I say, “It would be different if we fucked while I knew who you were.”?

　　Silence came between us for a moment, the same tension in the air that was there at the weekend.

　　“You didn’t say goodbye,” he blurts out, “I didn’t think I was supposed to. The night was over,”?

　　“I know, it is fine,” he shrugs, “I did have fun with you, though, and your marks are still all over my body,” he adds, laughing.

　　I was not expecting him to say these things. I thought he was freaked out about this entire situation, so why is he bringing it up??

　　“I had fun too, I would apologize for the marks, but that would be a lie,” I smirk, “I wouldn’t believe you if you did apologize anyway.”?

　　He isn’t the only one still with marks. I still have small hickeys on my thighs and bruises on them, also his imprinted fingertips on my hips. Yes, we got rough, but damn, it was good! The thought made me squeeze my thighs together once again.

　　“Sorry, I shouldn’t even be saying these things to you,” he says?

　　“Probably not, but I don’t mind,” I tug on my lower lip, “Paisley,” he warns.

　　“What? I am not doing anything,” I say innocently.

　　“Please, don’t make this any harder,” he states, running his fingers through his hair, “I will be on my best behaviour.” I smile.

　　I didn’t give him a chance to respond because I head for the door but stop before I walk out and turn to him. He was looking at me.

　　“You look handsome in that suit, Kyler.”?

　　I wink at him and walk away. Isla is waiting for me to head to our next class.

　　“How did that go?” she asks, “Not bad, though I may have been naughty and teased him a little.”?

　　I couldn’t help myself. He is too damn sexy for his own good!?

　　“Paisley, that was cruel,” she snickers, “I know, my bad! I will try to behave.”?

　　I can behave, right? I don’t know, but I will try. It won’t be helpful to see him in a suit all the time. It makes him even more desirable. I just need to tell myself, ‘I can’t risk it!’ I don’t want to ruin my chances at university or get Kyler into trouble. I will need to fantasize when I am alone. It will not be as fun, but what other option do I have??

　　“Did he mention the weekend?” Isla asks as we arrive at the next class.

　　“Yes, more than once,” I answer. “He sounded disappointed that I didn’t say goodbye.”

　　I don’t get that; he said it was fine, but he did sound disappointed by it. The plan was for us to have sex, then I leave, and we never spoke or saw each other again.

　　“He did?” she asks, and I nodded, “Maybe he didn’t want to leave it at one night after all, but you can’t do anything about that now,”?

　　“I don’t know, but what is done is done,” I shrug.

　　We left the conversation at that. We didn’t want anyone to hear what we had been talking about. I wonder if I will run into him again today. There was a chance, but at the same time, the place was prominent.

　　A part of me is hoping I run into him. If not, I have a class with him again tomorrow. I believe my year has just gotten way more interesting.