Samantha Rhodes - Passion's Professor

An Excerpt from Passion's Professor:

Chapter One

    There was something about Professor Segura—an electric, challenging energy that unnerved Elise Richards. She sat near the back of the class, an exotic mixture of fear and anticipation playing inside her. Today Professor Segura had surprised Elise when he greeted her by name, and several times during the lecture, allowed his intense gaze to linger on her longer than necessary. His vibrant eyes seemed disturbingly alive, as if illuminated by slow fire. Elise found it impossible to look at him without succumbing to sensations inappropriate to the classroom. Despite the interesting subject matter and his lively presentation, she was unable to concentrate.

    Usually among the first to leave, she stayed today at the close of his lecture when the professor asked to see her. Elise had no idea what he wanted and grew nervous as the students left the room. But she moved forward to sit in the front row.

    The usual clique of young coeds gathered around his desk, discovering last-minute questions to ask, vying for his attention. Elise certainly understood these younger women though she refused to be part of their antics. Because Professor Segura was such a handsome man, any woman would admire his lean, powerful body and classically sculpted features—the strong, confident, but not overly aggressive jaw, the full, sensuous lips and the slight cleft in his chin, which hinted at gentleness. His image invaded her consciousness at the most unexpected moments.

    As the last of the students departed, she shifted uneasily in her seat. Professor Segura closed the door firmly and strode back to his desk. Elise tingled all over. She imagined his gloriously muscled body moving beneath the expensive material of his suit. He seemed to flow rather than walk. She stood as he approached.

    “How are you, Ms. Richards?” he asked in his rich, sonorous voice. “Won’t you sit down?”

    As she sat, he leaned back against the front of his desk, arms outstretched, each hand caressing the edge. He took a deep breath, and Elise noticed his shirt stretch tightly across his broad chest. On an especially warm day a few weeks before, he had removed his jacket, loosened his tie and undone the top buttons of his shirt, revealing dark, manly chest hair. What did the rest of him look like beneath those well-styled clothes?

    “I’m fine, Professor Segura,” she replied, “but...” She didn’t know how to continue. He wasn’t making this interview any easier for her. His eyes bored into hers, unsettling her. She shifted in her seat, causing her long chestnut hair to cascade over her breasts. Aware of his scrutiny, she refrained from flicking the wavy mass back behind her shoulders.

    “I never see you except in class,” he continued, “and you’re in and out so fast. You never visit during office hours.” He paused, looking at her with a mixture of mock reproach and puzzlement. “I like to get to know my students. You’re the only one I don’t know. Do you find me unapproachable?” He leaned toward her, and a lock of hair fell forward over his brow. His hair was thick and jet-black with shining silver flecks reminiscent of a perpetually starry night. Elise fantasized about running her fingers through it.

    “No, no,” she blurted, caught off guard. “It’s just that your explanations in class are always so...sufficient. There’s no reason to...” she fumbled. No reason to what, she thought. Did the man have such a colossal ego that one student not flattering it warranted his attention?

    “Good,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. “You seem to be a serious student. I like the way you ask questions. I’m impressed by the work you’ve handed in.”

    “Thank you.” She found it hard to look at him. Was he mocking her? She could almost feel him concentrating on her breasts while he talked. His gaze sent hot shivers through her intimate parts and her nipples hardened under the thin cotton of her India print blouse.

    Professor Segura sat on the edge of his desk. He swung his long legs and continued. “I consider myself a good judge of character and ability. I’m willing to take a chance on you.”

    Confused by where the conversation might be leading, Elise looked up and confronted the daring in his ebony eyes....

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