Chapter 4

Victoria had a seat at her third week of classes in Professor Walcott's class, Early Modern literature. Sitting beside her was Travis Barron, whom she also shared Professor Edison's class with. They'd made small talk before classes in the camaraderie of their mutual English studies.

"Hey," he said to her, taking the next seat over.

"Good afternoon," she exchanged pleasantries.

"Did you get the homework from Professor Edison's class? I slept late and missed it."

"Yeah, we're supposed to start reading Lady Chatterly's Lover."

"Ha, I hear that book is thinly veiled pornography."

Victoria and Travis laughed at this fact. She looked over at Professor Walcott, who was slouched in his seat and scrolling through his smart phone. He dressed as professionally as Beau did, but something about his demeanor made it seem as though he wasn't as passionate about English as Beau was. She liked Professor Edison better, and considered that he was definitely more attractive. She knew judging professors based on their appearances was petty, but she couldn't help but notice how attractive Professor Edison was.

"Speaking of Professor Edison, I am pretty sure that guy has a giant boner for you."

Both Victoria and Professor Walcott looked at him with a surmised grim.

"Why would you say that?" she prodded him.

"You should see it for yourself. Every time you leave, he is staring at you with these lovesick eyes."

"Oh he does not!" she scoffed, tossing her head back at this notion.

"He does! I caught him watching you the first class, and when I called him out on it, he got really nervous and changed the subject. I started to see if he did it every time. He nearly breaks his neck trying to watch you leave the class!"

"Thanks for the heads up, I guess? I'll have to take a look myself," she laughed.

"You're welcome," he laughed back.

While they laughed, Adam laughed mischievously to himself. So Beau wanted to bang one of his students? He knew he could find some way to twist this for his betterment. He disliked Beau from day one, and knew it would bring him distinct pleasure to make him fail both in love, and in his inner circle. Adam didn't have a problem with Beau in the beginning, he only pitied how pathetic he seemed to be. It wasn't until Adam witnessed that women would constantly ignore him for Beau that he began to loom a hatred for his fellow English professor. He'd stop at nothing to rid himself of such a pest.

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The semester carried on as boringly as it normally would, except Beau always looked forward to seeing what Victoria would be wearing that day. He'd seen much of her wardrobe over the month, cursing the oncoming winter season that would mean she wouldn't be wearing skirts any longer.

Her lower cut heels gave her an edge of sexual professionalism, not too high to look trashy. She almost always wore a skirt that wasn't too long to be church-y, but not too short either. He had memorized her legs so well that he felt he could pick them out of a sea of students walking across campus. She almost never wore a logo-ed tee. Just solid colors and cute button up cardigans. One time she wore a regular tank top and the hook of her bra came slipping down her shoulder. The red of her bra strap caught his eye like a Where's Waldo? in a sea of boring creatures. Her hair was almost always the same, and she was never without those black rectangular spectacles. He'd spend the first fifteen minutes in his office after every class trying to ward off day dreams of sitting her on his desk and slipping her panties off. He'd curse the students who kept him in the assembly to talk post lecture, stealing away his precious moments to watch her walk away, sometimes trying desperately to hide an erection in the making.

It wasn't until the fourth week of classes that she had her first real conversation with him. The sound of her voice did nothing much to halt his growing attraction.

"Professor Edison, you asked me to see you after class."

"What?"

"Last week's assignment, you mentioned that I needed to see you after class, and you left another interesting note as well."

"Uh...." he lost himself in her gaze. Never mind the student body walking away behind her or the next batch of students coming in. Just a complete blur and her image the only object in focus. He looked her up and down, seeing the mole on her right knee that was barely exposed by the shorter than usual pencil skirt she sported. How had he not noticed this before? Her white heels matched her smile when she exposed teeth. A hint of cleavage made him stutter in his reply.

"Uh, yes, would you like to meet me in my office? I, uh, need to run an errand right quick."

"That would be fine. 20 minutes?" her voice may as well have been a greek goddess' at the way it made his body fidget.

"Uh...yes."

He knew he'd already made an ass of himself. His short words didn't seem right when he'd just spent an hour talking to so many more people. He gave her a stupid grin before slowly trying to rush off. He knew he had to beat her to his office, and maybe even beat himself off too. And what was she talking about? What on Earth did he write? 'Oh shit, oh shit,' he began to panic.

Beau quickly closed the door and scanned around his small space. His room was quite messy. Cluttering stacks of ungraded papers flooded the desk that he always saw her sitting on top of when he'd run his hands up her thighs in search of her warm center. He quickly scooped them up and put them into a cabinet. He pushed his name plate forward and wiped it down with a tissue, which he patted his face with to make sure he wasn't in a sweat. He then looked at the tissue and the exceedingly large amount of tissues in the trash can, the one's he'd came in after grading her assignments. He threw it the trash and tossed a few magazines on top, stomping them down to hide it all. He grabbed the box of tissues and hid that too. He didn't want any evidence of his sexual gratification thinking about her noticeable. At this point he'd began sweating harder, so embarrassed of both himself and the situation. He had no idea what he'd written on her essay, but told himself it was probably a drunken mistake.

"Breathe," he instructed himself aloud, pacing around and trying to figure out how his room might be able to impress her. He closed his window to destroy the brightness, she'd bring to much shine of her own for him to see straight. In the last of his time, he dashed to his mirror and made sure his hair was perfect, his tie was straight, and his eyes weren't bloodshot of lust.

After hastily organizing the cubicle of boredom, a knock came at the door that made him jump in fear.

"Come in," he spoke, looking at his computer and pretending to type when really he was just trying to make himself look busy. Victoria entered the room with a flood of light coming from the bright hallway, the spill making her look almost angelic when she presented herself.

"Have a seat Ms. Montoya," he spoke but still looked away. More like he looked at her intently but continued to face the screen. "What would you like to speak about?"

"What you wrote was quite surprising," she began, setting her essay down and having a seat before him. She crossed her legs before brushing her long hair back, showcasing the left side of her face more so than the right. What did it matter, they both looked so good.

Beau quickly feared he'd written something inappropriate on her page. What if he'd accidentally written out how he'd wanted to suckle her clit on the assembly desk regardless of the class watching or not? Oh god....

She set her paper on his desk to the page where he recognized his red penmanship. Despite being drunk, he could see his handwriting read perfectly, 'See me after class. You have a gift.'

"Oh yes." Beau breathed a sigh of relief to himself, parting his lips to let in the air he desperately needed.

"I'm sorry I didn't drop by sooner, I was quite busy earlier this week."

"It's no problem, not at all. I'm glad you came…in..when you could."

He smiled at her, not saying anything. She didn't smile back, still confused as to what this talk would entail.

"So…"

"Oh yeah, I forgot, sorry. I uh, yeah, what I wanted to tell you was that...." he stopped short. He didn't know why he wrote that either, but he needed a response, and fast.

Perhaps…because I stare at you every class and imagine that I take you back to my office and taste every inch of your flesh? That I wonder how many days I'll be able to stand it before I look up your student record and find your address, then pretend to bump into you at the store and ask you out? That I'll cry profusely at the end of the semester when I know I'll never see your gorgeous face again?

"Your way with words turns me on."

Oh no.

"What?" she wide eyed him with complete surprise.

"I mean, oh geez, that came off wrong," he nervously laughed, looking away despite his eyes drawing to her own like magnets. "I meant to say, I'm very intrigued by you. I normally don't follow someone's work so closely but it seems everything you write just has this gorgeous appeal to it. You write divinely, and your points are always on target. I don't see that a lot, even in a room full of English majors. I learned that you are also on par for your masters in English, and to help aid your resume, I thought I might offer you a position as my aid."

Beau mentally patted himself on the back for that amazing save. All was not lost; she hadn't run off yet. Plus, how great would it be for him if she became his teacher's aid, and he'd get to spend even more alone time with her. He could see her sitting naked on his desk already.

"Oh. Well," she paused for a moment, pursing her lips and looking down before starting up again. "I'm flattered, truly. It's just that, I'm quite busy and all. I'm employed full time. I don't really have time to allow myself anymore commitments, no matter how prestigious it may be. I thank you for the wonderful compliment, though."

"I completely understand."

Busy. Damn. Too busy to date.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"I'm 26."

"I knew it. You dress far too maturely to be 22."

"I got a bit of a late start, but I'm glad to be here nonetheless."

"You're very talented, Victoria. I know you will accomplish something amazing."

"How is your dissertation coming along?" she asked him. This simple question put a smile on his face. He liked that she remembered him telling the class that he too was a student, pursuing his PHD in English literature.

"Brutally. I have no drive, no inspiration."

"I wouldn't dare attempt such a height. It's very noble of you, I admire you."

"I admire you too," he grinned, hoping his words sounded clean while concealing what he truly meant.

"You are a busy man, I assume I should leave you be."

How do I keep her here? I like this. I'm finally comfortable talking to her. If I can just get a few more minutes alone with her, I know I could summon the courage to ask her out.

"No, not at all. Fuck grading," he laughed, and she began laughing too.

"That's quite the tongue you've disguised for class."

My tongue would love to caress both sets of your lips.

"We all have an opposite side. I try to be quite professional in class and among my colleagues. I'm really just an average guy outside of here. I can't go swearing in front of the class. I may be a lover of language, but I don't rule out the words that are taboo."

"Me too. I have a whole other side that has never seen the light of day on campus."

A silence took over the room. Beau felt at ease with her now. Knowing she was one who may let loose outside of the campus gave him hope that maybe a normalcy between them could relish. She didn't seem terribly uncomfortable with him at this point. Perhaps this was his golden ticket to make his move. He thanked drunk Beau for doing whatever it was he did that made this moment transpire, and decided he'd take this opportunity to say the one thing he'd wished he could say since the semester began.

"Victoria, this is completely frowned upon and of poor judgment, but now that I know you are not that much younger than myself..."

"Yes?"

He glanced down at her body again, feeling his penis enlarging against his trousers. "May I invite you to dinner this evening?"

"You mean a date?" she blushed, her eyes lighting up at this request.

"Yes. If I may."

"Um."

He could feel the tension brewing more than an entire Tim Horton's selection of roasts. She looked down, seemingly looking at her legs. Her eyes darted up at him before quickly looking back down. Perhaps she was as shy as he. "I though I should probably wait until the end of the semester, but I've admired you for longer than I can wait."

Victoria's face shot up and suddenly the panic stricken look had dissipated. "I'd love too."

Beau felt his entire body shake at her 3 words. He tried desperately to force his excitement down instead of rising out of his mouth. He just wanted to run across the campus grounds with his hands up, shouting to the universe just how thrilled he was.

She said yes. AHHHHHHH.

"What time would be appropriate for you?"

"Any time. Today is my day off."

"Excellent. May I have your address?" he scooted a pink post it pad over to her along with a pen. He watched as she scribbled down her whereabouts for the evening, pushing it back toward him.

"I've listed my number too, in case you get lost."

"Fantastic. I'll see you this evening. Perhaps 7pm?"

"Right," she stood up. It was then that Beau realized she may have been interested in him this entire time too. Her excitement was far too noticeable for her to be this surprised at a random ask out. She slipped out of the room and Beau pushed his reclining desk chair back.

"Wow," he released a long wind of breath, the one that was holding him back from saying things far too inappropriate for campus talk. First he'd finish grading the papers he'd hidden. Then he'd finish grading what the rest of her naked body looked like. But he already knew: A+++.