The Stranger From My One Night Stand Is My Hot Professor

CHAPTER5

Sarah’s POV

Strangely, I felt both excited and scared as I sat in the classroom. Even though the air conditioning was cool, my heart was racing and my hands were sweaty. There's no way this is real. There was Xavier Steel in front of me. He was the guy I slept with last night. I mean my professor, not just any man.

When he walked in, I was too shocked to move. He looked too calm in his tweed jacket, like he wasn't the same guy who had been so close to me just hours before. How did he act so...normal? Did it not matter to him? Just another night off, right?

On the other hand, I was unable to clearly think. My mind was a mess as I thought about the feel of his lips, the way he had looked at me, and how intense the feeling was between us. Now... he was my teacher?

His words cut through the classroom before I could even think about what he was saying. "Well, I see we have a familiar face," he smiled. "Great to see you again, Sarah."

A wave of gasps and laughs that were hard to hear went through the room. It made my stomach hurt.

Oh no. No, no, no…

Did he really say that? Right away, my face got hot, and I could feel every eye in the room looking at me. It was clear that they didn't understand, but I did. The small, knowing smirk on Xavier's face showed that he knew too.

The laughing around me stopped, but the embarassement didn't. As the lesson started, I could hardly pay attention to anything. That moment kept going through my mind over and over. I wished I could melt into my seat and not be there at all. How was I going to get through this semester?

I really tried to pay attention to what was being said in class, but Xavier had my full attention. I was interested in how he moved and how his deep voice filled the room. Besides that, he kept looking at me. His eyes always seemed to stay on me for a little too long when he looked around the class.

"Sarah, get a grip," I told myself. Don't bother. Don't think about him.

But how could I? How could I forget how my body felt every time I saw him, remembering how hot it was between us? Something more than just interest was going on with him. I could not get away from how I felt when I was with him, no matter how hard I tried.

As soon as class was over, I quickly grabbed my things because all I could think about was getting away. I had to leave before Xavier could talk to me.

I sent Haylee a quick text. "I want to go out of sight. Can you guess who my teacher is? That guy from last night, Xavier."

She texted back almost right away. "OMG. It sounds like something from kdrama! This could be the setting for a affair with professor. I would love to know more juicy news of you both."

The thought made me cringe. "Great." No way was I going to be a part in an affair especially with my professor or older men. I typed back quickly, "No, thanks.I'm not interested in older men."

I heard his voice again before I could put my phone in my bag.

"Are you really leaving so soon, Sarah?"

My fingers slipped as I froze, and my phone fell out of my hand, screen-up, right at his feet. As I watched him bend down to pick it up, I could already feel the shame rising up my neck. I saw him raise an eyebrow a little and his gray eyes moved over the screen.

"You don't like older men?" Xavier made fun of me and gave me back the phone. The tone of his voice was light, and he looked at me with a smile.

"Then I must be getting old."

"I—I didn't mean it that way..." I stuttered, upset.

He gave a soft laugh and didn't seem at all upset. "Sarah, don't worry. It doesn't bother me.” I forgot to breathe for a second when he looked me right in the eyes. "There will be plenty of time to talk about things later."

When I gave him my phone back, I swallowed hard and nodded. I could feel his fingers on mine. Even though his touch was short, it made me feel cold.

"After class, come to my office." He said, "We need to talk about something," and his voice shook a little, making my heart skip a beat.

"Y-yeah, okay," I said in a low voice.

Even after he left, I could still feel the heat of his presence on me. I wanted to hide, run away, and dodge any talk he wanted to have. I knew I was going to go, though. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't get away from him. There were times when I wasn't even sure I wanted to.