Seduced By My Professor

By T.C. Bosarge

Krystal is a quiet shy junior in college. She only goes out when she has to and she'd rather do homework than dress up for anything. So when she is dragged to the annual Sorority Masquerade ball by her best friend she is less than excited but her night looks up when a mysterious masked stranger takes interest in her. She thinks she is finally going to meet a nice guy only to find out he is her English professor! Her Junior year may be more exciting than she expected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: T.C. Bosarge
• Release date: Dec 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311650238

T.C. Bosarge

Known on Wattpad as xxLissaMaexx but for my published book, i'm T.C. Bosarge. I'm 25 and from Alabama. I enjoy writing and reading. I have an associate's in Medical Assistant and Business Administration. I've been writing since I was a child, but i'm just now taking seriously as a career choice. I usually write romance and erotica because I just love seeing two characters have strong chemistry. Writing helps me through the daily stresses of life. When all else fails, I still have writing and books.

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Seduced By My Professor

Copyright 2013 T.C Lambert

Published by T.C Lambert at Smashwords

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Chapter One

Oh my god, I'm going to be so late! I hope Dr. Quinn doesn't lock me out again. I am running across campus like a mad woman trying to make it to my English class. My stupid alarm didn't go off, sending me into a temporary state of insanity. Sprinting across campus, the 40 degree November weather doesn't stop me from breaking a sweat. The cold wind sting my cheeks as it slaps my air around, disrespectfully.

As I run for my life, I hear people yell from almost being trampled by a 5'5, 140 pound girl. It's not like it would hurt if I did run them over. I almost knock over some guy in a suit with a brief case heading in the same direction. I dodged him but he drops his coffee. Excuse me! I yelp out, not even looking back to see the near fatality. If I see him again I'll apologize.

By the time I get to the English building, I am huffing for air. I have never been athletic, but I'm sure I could apply for the Olympics today. Outside of the door, I pull myself together, finger combing my hair and enter the class. I walk in ready to be scolded, but Dr. Quinn isn't even there.

Where's Dr. Quinn? I mumble to a guy on the front row as I'm still catching my breath. He just shrugs and lays his head down. I take my seat next to my best friend, Mya. We are total opposites, but she was my roommate freshmen year and we just sort of clicked after many nights in the library, pulling late night study sessions.

Mya is extremely popular around campus. She is in a sorority and a heap of other organizations. Me on the other hand, not as popular. I only belong to the 'Keep the Campus Clean' club. I don't go out as much as she does. I usually spend my nights in my dorm reading or doing homework. Through Mya, I know some people and some people know me. I have enough of a social life to be human.

Where have you been and why are you sweating? Mya asks with a look of distaste as I sit.

My alarm didn't go off. Where is Dr. Quinn? I remove my scarf and pull my hair up into a ponytail to get it away from my slightly sweaty neck. I notice a few people trickle out of class due to the fact that we don't have a teacher.

My eyes turn back to Mya as she nudges me. Masquerade ball this weekend. You are going. She orders and hands me my ticket. I start to object, but she holds her hand up. Nope. I'm not taking no for an answer. You are going. I already have your dress in my closet

Last year for the ball she set me up with the most obnoxious date ever. He talked about himself the whole time than expected me to come back to his dorm. I politely kneed him in the crotch when he tried to climb over into the passenger seat with me.

I open my mouth to speak, but I don't as I hear the classroom door open.

I think its Dr. Quinn, but it's not. A man walks in and stands in front of the class. Hello, my name is Julius Ingram and I'll be replacing Dr. Quinn. She was offered a higher teaching job elsewhere and will not be returning. I prefer you all call me Professor Ingram.

He is about 6'1 and extremely handsome. His dirty blond hair is slicked back. His face is slightly defined and chiseled. His body is slim, but I can tell he is toned under his tailored suit. I can't help, but be mesmerized along with every other girl in the class.

He is so hot Mya whispers. I hear a few others girls giggle from hearing her comment. When the initial interest in him dies down, I flop open my book and begin my daily ritual of highlighting. I don't pay a lot of attention to Professor Ingram calling roll till he says my name.

Here I raise my hand, not even bothering to look up.

Ahh, the girl who nearly ran me over earlier. You know, I really wanted that coffee. He smirks. My eyes shoot up in shock and all the blood rushes to my face as a few people start laughing. I never like being center of attention. It makes me uncomfortable. Yet here I am with everyone looking at me. The girl who almost trampled the new teacher. I’m so sorry I murmur.

It's fine. At least I know you will run over anyone to make it to my class on time. He says as he writes something on the class roster. Embarrassed is a complete understatement of what I feel right now. As Professor Ingram lectures, he makes eye contact with me a few times making my heart jump. I'm not a huge fan of eye contact either. It’s weird to have to stare into someone’s pupils. Turning back to my notes, I decide to just focus on my notes so whenever he looks at me I'll be looking down.

I think he is looking at you Mya leans over and whispers, interrupting my deep train of thought. My forehead creases No, he isn't. He is probably looking at you. I push my glasses up to get a better look at the notes on the board.

Yea, you're right. I do look cute today She smiles, flipping a loose curl over her shoulder.

So are you calling me ugly? I cut my eyes at her.

She snickers No! You are beautiful, but you didn't put on makeup today. You look pale, yet weirdly blotchy. It’s not a good look. Reaching over, she goes to pinch my cheeks and I slap her hand away.

Shut up! I giggle. We laugh quietly.

Ms. Smith, It's nice that you find my lecture so humorous. I'm sure the class would love to hear the joke Professor Ingram's eyes a piercing through my soul making me feel violated. The air catches in my throat and I forget that my highlighter is still pressed against the paper, most likely bleeding through the pages of my notebook.

Um….I…I didn't mean to laugh during your lecture, sir. I'm sorry He crosses his arms See me after class, Ms. Smith He continues talking and I'm sitting here, nerves running amuck about why he wants to see me after class. I make a personal vow to never talk in this class again. Sighing, I start to write down the key points in his lecture when my pencil breaks, adding insult to injury.

I groan, softly.

Today just gets better and better.

Chapter Two

When class ends everyone gets up except me. I sit in my seat until the room is silent and empty.

Ms. Smith Professor Ingram says as he points in front of his desk for me to come stand. I get up and nervously walk up to the desk. My hands shaking as they grip my book and my heart is beating like crazy. His first day and he already has it out for me. The last thing I wanted to do was make a bad impression. I'll be screwed for the rest of the semester.

Professor Ingram, I'm really sorry about making you drop your coffee. I was running late and stuff I mumble soft enough for him to hear. I stare down at my feet as he flips through some papers.

I look at him and get a good look of his features. He looks like he is in his late twenties, but he also still has boyish young features as if he were in his late teens.

It's okay Ms. Smith, I...

Oh, please call me Krystal I interrupt, digging the tip of my boot into the floor.

He frowns hard Please don't interrupt, Ms. Smith

I want to smack myself. He hates me. He is going to fail me. I nearly ran him over earlier and now I'm interrupting him. Is it too late to take this class online?

Like I was saying, I'm not mad. I'm impressed by your perseverance though. I spoke to Dr. Quinn yesterday and she informed me that you are her brightest student. He leans back in his seat and rubs his chin.

I...I work hard. I'm on scholarship so I have to maintain. I can't help, but pick at my clothes from nerves. He doesn't say anything so I speak up, noticing the time. Professor Ingram, why did you want to see me?

He looks me up and down, I immediately feel like I'm naked. I pray that my nipples don't get hard because that always seems to happen at the most awkward times and I forgot to put a bra on when I was racing out of my dorm. I've never been uncomfortable with my body, I actually like wearing clothes that show off my curves. It’s more of a social problem, but I feel like he is undressing me with his eyes. Maybe I'm overthinking it. He is probably just trying to figure out what kind of person I am.

Professor Ingram starts looking around on his desk Where's my pen? He murmurs to himself. I look around on his desk then on the floor Ah, here it is I lean over to pick it up.

When I hand it to him our fingers brush and I catch a chill. We make eye contact briefly before I look away. I see him smirk at my awkwardness. I put my free hand in my pocket and smile to myself. A weird feeling jolts through me from his touch. Maybe it was just nerves, but the feeling lingers for a few seconds making my thoughts cloudy.

How old are you? He asks as he looks through a folder with my name on it.

I clear my throat, I'm 21

He nods. I can't help, but feel small standing in front of him, like I’m below him. I turn my head to look out the door as a few student pass by. I'm really waiting for him to get to the point of this meeting so I can grab something to eat and make it to my next class.

Ms. Sm...Krystal, I want to offer you a position as my assistant. I'll need a lot of help catching up. He stands and slides his hands in his pocket.

Professor Ingram walks around his desk till he is in front of me. Now that he is in front of me, he seems a lot taller. I part my lips to speak, but I catch the smell of his cologne. I take a deep breath and my insides melt.

Well, Krystal, are you going to answer? He chuckles.

I laugh a little Yes. Uh sure. I'd be happy to be your T.A. It looks good on résumés

He smiles Good. Thank you. Can you be here an hour early in the mornings. I'll need help with lesson plans and such

I shrug Sure

Great. I'm sure you won't have any problems being on time. You'd probably run over the elderly to be on time He laughs. I blush and force out a giggle, awkwardly.

I'm sorry. I'm just messing with you. Go on. I don't want to be the reason you're late to your next class He says as he waits for me to exit his class. I grip my things and turn to walk out of class. I feel him behind me staring.

See you in the morning Krystal. He says as I walk out the door.

Bye, Professor Ingram. Have a good day I mumble as he closes the door.

I go to my one other class then head back to my dorm. I have a single dorm so I never have to worry about a roommate. Mya was supposed to be my roommate, but at the beginning of the semester there was a mix up and the girl who was supposed to get my room ended up being Mya's roommate. Mya is my best friend, but I’m also very happy to have this room to myself. Nothing is more bothersome than having a roommate stumbling in at all hours of the night, either drunk or falling into bed with their boyfriends. No offense to Mya.

I throw my book bag on the floor and lay on the bed, replaying the embarrassing morning in my head. The thought of it makes me feel even worse. Throwing the pillow over my face, I groan. At least I have some sort of a job even though it doesn’t pay. I'm surprised he asked me to be his T.A. It's nice that Dr. Quinn thinks so highly of me. Pulling out my phone, I start texting Mya. Before I can even send Mya's text, she come waltzing in.

So what happened? Did he yell at you or something? She grabs a small bag of Doritos from my storage bin and sits on the end of the bed with a garment bag. I assume it must be my dress for the ball.

No, He asked me to be his T.A.

Her eyes widen Are you freaking kidding me! Hottie with a body asked you to be his T.A.? You are so lucky!

I laugh and take a chip from her bag. It's not that serious. He just needs help catching up and stuff. It's probably going to be so boring. I shrug, biting down on a chip, passing the bag back to her.

You are still lucky. I'd kill to be alone with him. He is so mysterious and sexy! She falls back on the bed.

Don't you have a boyfriend? I pull the garment bag from under her arm and stand up with it.

Yes, but you can't blame a girl for looking. I love Christopher, but you have to admit, Professor Ingram is smoking hot She was right. He is very good looking. Very attractive to be a professor. Reminiscing about the way he looked me up and down, I’m starting to feel happier about being his T.A.

I unzip the bag and let it fall to the floor, Holy cow, this dress is amazing. Thank you, Mya

The dress is purple and long. It was rhinestone all over the top. I eye the small open space between the breast parts. I turn it around the whole back it over except for the criss cross straps. I am extremely excited to wear it. Picking it up from the bag, I reach in and pull out the matching mask with a feather on it.

Uh, I don't think that anyone is going to recognize me in this dress I laugh

That's the point! Mya sits up.

I laugh and put the dress back in the bag and hang it in the closet. Mya and I hang out for a little while before she leaves. I finish all my homework for the week so I can try to have fun for the weekend. I am a social drinker so I do plan on having a healthy amount of fun. I'm always more outgoing with I'm a little drunk.

When I realize it's late, I hop in the shower and get into bed naked. The heat in my room was always a little higher than desired due to it being broken. As I lay in the dark listening to 'Retrograde' by James Blake, I become a little nervous about being a T.A. for my Professor. I make sure I set my alarm, then I check the volume to make sure it actually goes off this time. I have no desire to run a marathon across campus again. I'm sure I lost a good 5 pounds from it. The soft music helps me relax and I begin to fall asleep. I say a little prayer that tomorrow is better than today.

Chapter Three

I wake up the next morning, 3 minutes before the alarm is due to go off. I groan and roll over for those 3 minutes. I'm starting to rethink this whole T.A. gig. I turn off the alarm when it goes off and roll out of bed. Since I’m actually up on time today I can be cute for class.

I lay out a pair of black tights and an oversized burgundy sweater before I jump into the shower. Once out, I spritz a light body spray over me before I put my clothes on. Once dress, I pull my hair up into a sock bun after I blow dry it and apply a little makeup so I don't appear as pale.

For makeup, I settle for BB Cream, eyeliner, mascara, and a little lipstick. Checking myself out in the mirror, I’m satisfied with how I look compared to yesterday. I check the time as I slide on my boots and stand to get going. I put on my Pea coat then grab my scarf and books as I head out.

As I walk across campus, the wind beats me up, blowing from all directions. It feels as if the temperature is dropping by the second. I should have worn gloves. When a hard gust hits me I close my eyes as the wind dries my contacts a little. I look around and see other people tightening their coats. As I continue to walk a few students wave and say hi. I wasn't totally invisible thanks to Mya.

She took me under her social wing our freshmen year, even tried to talk me into pledging with her. I had to put my foot down on that. I go out and socialize enough to survive and enjoy my college years. Occasionally, I even get drunk.

I look at my phone and see that I have a little extra time and decide to go to the campus cafe to get a blueberry muffin and coffee. When I walk in, Mya is behind the counter. She works in the cafe in the mornings and some weekends. When she sees me she waves.

Hey, you look gorgeous today compared to that zombie look you had yesterday. I guess someone woke up on time. She put a muffin in a brown bag and poured my coffee. I hear a few people complain about me getting my order before them, but I ignore it and so does Mya. I try to hand her a $5 bill but she waves it away.

Ooo I love that scarf, I’m going to have to borrow it. She smiles hard trying get me to agree.

I roll my eyes You can borrow it anytime as long as I get it back. I'm starting to miss my earrings, jean jacket, and red heels

She puts on an innocent look I will return them as soon as I stop loving them

Our conversation is cut short by an angry customer who must be in need of his coffee. I dread walking back outside, but it must be done. I walk fast so my coffee and muffin don't get cold. I get to the building 5 minutes early. When I walk into class and sit my things down I hear swearing coming from the file closet.

Professor Ingram?

Yeah, in here I peek into the closet and see him. He looks defeated. Ah, Good morning, Ms. Smith.

Good morning. Um, are you looking for something? I walk over and stand in the closet doorway.

Yes, I need the folder with all the assignments for African American Lit. I don't know how the hell everything is organized in here He runs his fingers through his hair slicking it back. I see his lips tighten into a line as he starts looking again. I take a moment and do a quick scan of his outfit. He has on a light blue slightly fitted button down and black slacks with black Stacy Adam's shoes.

It's over here on the top shelf I slip past him and I swear I think I hear him inhale deeply. Was he smelling me? I catch a whiff of his cologne and fight the urge to moan. He smells amazing.

Reaching up to grab the file, my height fails me. My heart jumps when I feel Professor Ingram behind me. Pulling my arms down to let him take over, he reaches up over me and grabs the file. When I turn around he is so close, staring down at me. As much as I want to break eye contact, I don't.

Uh, thanks He says then clears his throat Now let’s get to work Professor Ingram walks out of the closet leaving me standing there feeling vulnerable. How does he do that?

Professor Ingram lays a large stack of folders on the desk I’m supposed to sit at. Walking towards it, I stare at the stack then at him. What do you want me to do with these?

I need you to sort them out. Make a stack of assignments and exams the class has already done then another stack for the ones the class hasn't He sits at his desks and starts writing.

I take a large gulp of coffee, thanking God that it was still hot. Half way through the stack I decide to take a break. I pull my muffin from the bag and take a bite. When I finish eating, I get up and get a cup of water and stretch.

Too much work for you, Ms. Smith? He asks from behind his computer.

Nope, just taking a little break. It is a lot though.

When I realize that papers were staring to flood the desk, I moved all of it to a small table adjacent to his desk. I sit down

Reviews for Seduced By My Professor

[Keyah Katrece Stokes · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Amazing piece. No lack of anything really. Kept my attention and I loved the characters relationships with each other and the progression of the characters individually!