Ms. Shaw, this is definitely not the time or the place.”
TC lashed back by saying, “Are you stalking me? I can file charges against you. I saw you in that parking lot with that woman. I saw what you did and how you treated her. And now you have the audacity to come and harass, stalk, and badger me? Well it’s not going to happen.”
The professor moved closer to TC. “Hold on, Ms. Shaw. Allow me to explain myself. You are wrong! I don’t know what you’re talking about or what you thought you saw, but it sounds like you are confused and misinformed.”
TC distanced herself from him with the heel of her shoe held in her hand pointing at the professor like a dagger. She smelled his cologne, and this time knew the name of it. He wore ‘OMG’ by Usher. TC felt her knees buckle, and she knew she better keep her distance if she wanted to stick to her guns.
This man is playing hardball, and he knows his way with the ladies. Somebody come rescue me. I am losing my focus. No, I can’t give in. This man is the enemy, even though he is bulging in all the right places. He is the enemy… can’t give in.
TC continued to argue her point. “Like hell I am. I know everything, and if you don’t leave me alone, I will make sure everyone else knows as well.”
The professor took another step closer. Face to face with TC, he lowered his tone to a point that sent shivers up her spine. “Well, Ms. Shaw, I thought I could talk to you like a civilized adult, but I see that is pointless. The words you use to express yourself are cutthroat and mortifying. I’ve seen your grades as well as your GPA, very impressive, but the way you choose to conduct, handle, and demonstrate your knowledge, comprehension, and understanding of circumstances disappoints me. I really expected more of you.”
Professor Howard seemed to study her every move. She felt her breasts bouncing against his chest as she waved her shoe in the air, as if it was helping her to pronounce her choice words, along with the hardening of her nipples as she stared into the eyes of this tall statue. TC knew she was at a point of no return, but she was also intrigued by what really might be on the professor’s mind. She wondered why he tried to figure her out and why his gaze appeared to be locked on her assets.
She knew too well how men liked admiring her curves, but that was usually black men, not white. Maybe she just never paid attention. She thought she saw the professor take a glance or two at her playground, admiring her twins, but she wasn’t sure if it was her own hormones getting the best of her. Before she realized what she would do, she was embracing him and curled her tongue with his.
With her eyes shut tight, her head spun as if she was in a dream, and liquid passion filled her lacey thongs as Professor Howard welcomed the kiss and pulled TC in closer. She could feel his sculptured hardness as his body pressed against hers. Excitement and fear flooded her mind. While still engaged in a passionate kiss, the professor lifted TC up to allow her to wrap her legs around him tight. He pulled her closer to grind against his erection. Oh yes, this feels so good. What I’m I doing? I don’t want to stop. I must, this can’t be, it’s not right. I… I can’t give in to this wonderfulness…
TC pushed away from the professor, jumped to her feet, and returned to her rage, a safer place than the passion she’d been about to give into. “Where do you get off? You don’t know me from Eve. I don’t owe you a damn thing. Mr. High and Mighty Professor Seth Howard, I don’t have to prove myself to you or anyone for that matter. You are nothing to me. You need to get your own life straightened out before you try to work on mine. I also wouldn’t think too much on or put too much into that kiss. Don’t you ever touch me or put your lips on me again!”
TC knew she better soon hurry out of that billiard room because the more she looked at those sexy eyes the