Dirty Secret With My Professor

The Deal

Lana's POV

I spent the whole evening trying to get the business notes into my head. It felt useless and I knew that I would fail. I close my booklet and I look up from my desk. Professor Moses was already looking at me but then he quickly looked down at whatever he was reading. As the other students complete their tests, they hand them in and sit back down.

My heart is beating at a rapid pace, biting my lower lip. I am worried that my father will be angry and this is his money that I am wasting. I shouldn't have agreed to this, but I did it for my dad. With a heavy sigh, I got up from my seat, with the booklet in my hand and I walked down the steps.

As I approach Professor Moses, he looks up and our eyes lock. Perfect ocean blue eyes. I stop in front of his desk and I place the booklet down and I walk back to my desk again. I could feel his eyes burning into my back. As I take a seat, I watch as he starts to read through mine. I try to look at his expression if I did bad, but he is expressionless.

Cynthia is still writing her test. She has a passion for it, but that is the least of my worries. Eventually, everyone else got done with theirs and they handed it over to Professor Moses. "That was a breeze in the park." Cynthia says as she turns around to face me.

"Well, I wish that I could say the same." I let out a breath.

"If the Professor makes you nervous on top of the fact that you hate business, then you will fail. You need to at least try or we could always study together." she suggests.

"I will let you know when I need that. I need to first know what my grade is." I say as I look at Professor Moses again. He is still busy while the class is becoming noisy as they chat and laugh with each other.

"Honestly, I didn't want to wash my hand yesterday after I shook your dad's hand." she says.

"I don't want to hear about it, keep that to yourself." I say with disgust.

"Class, I read through your answers." Professor Moses says as he walks to the front of the class. Everyone is now quiet. He holds the stack of booklets in one hand. "Most of you have passed the test, some of you just made it. One of you didn't make it." He looks at me and I feel so small that I want to hide myself in a box because that is me. "I don't like my time to be wasted. The door is right there if you want to leave." He still looks at me. "If you want this, work harder." he says as he finally peels his eyes away from me and he walks over to the door, where he stood. "Class is dismissed and here are your tests, please go over them to see what you can improve on." he says as he hands it out to the students.

"I know that I passed it." Cynthia says as we get up from our seats. I sling my satchel over my shoulder and I follow after Cynthia down the steps and towards the door. I am the last person. He hands her booklet to her. "Thanks, Professor," she says as she walks out.

He hands mine over to me and I take it without looking at him. "I need you to stay behind, Miss Stern." he says, and I stop in my tracks, looking into his eyes, those eyes that look into my soul. He closes the door and he is in front of me, my back is against the wall that is next to the door. I clutch my booklet against my chest. He cages me in, with both of his hands against the wall on either side of my head, his lips only inches away from mine.

My breath hitches and I swallow. "What are you doing?" I ask, which is barely a whisper.

"You failed my test and I want to help you." he says low enough for me to hear. I must admit that it sends goosebumps throughout my body.

"I would appreciate the help." I swallow as I look at his lips.

"I have a deal that I want to make with you." he says.

"What is the deal?" I ask, breathlessly.

"Our deal is to have s^x in return that you get extra credit on your grades. I am attracted to you and I cannot deny it. So take the deal or it's off the table. You will fail and I will no longer welcome you into my class." That just caught me off guard, but something deeper inside of me is reminded of Brady caging me in like this at the club and in the hallway at school last year. I closed my eyes shut, because that very moment caused me to have panic attacks and my father helped me to get through it.

I take in a deep breath because as much as I am attracted to Professor Moses, I am not ready for a s^xual relationship yet. I started to feel suffocated at that moment and my breathing is shallow. "I can't do that." I say as I open my eyes. His lips are still inches away from mine.

"Are you sure about that?" he asks, leaning in closer, and my breathing is all that I hear. I am not the type of woman to do these kinds of things. I barely even know him.

"I can't...its not me." I say. I feel hot with him being this close to me. "I have to go." I say as I just cannot stand here any longer being caged in like this. I push against him and he moves back, giving me space as I open the door and I hurry outside of the classroom.

Finally, cool air hits me as I walk down the hallway. Cynthia was nowhere to be seen. I guess that she was outside, waiting for me or she had gone home because, knowing her, she would let me do whatever it is that I was doing. It was nothing like that at all.

I clutch the booklet against my chest as I walk. I take my phone out of my satchel as I come to a stop. I read a text from Cynthia.

Cynthia: I will be going home and enjoy your time with Professor.

I place my phone in my satchel again as I take in a deep breath, but as I look back down the hallway. I see Professor Moses locking his classroom door with his bag and jacket in one hand and he turns my way and starts to walk.

Immediately, I walked out of the building. Luckily for me, Cynthia and I came to university in my car. I get inside of it and he walks out of the building, coming towards me. He looks angry. My heart feels like it will stop as he gets all closer, but then he walks to the car next to mine.

I breathe a sigh of relief when he doesn't see me at all. He gets inside of his car and he pulls out of the parking spot and he drives away. I inhale and exhale. What on earth just happened in there? I didn't expect him to be so straight forward with me. Does he do this with other female students to give them extra credit? If that is the case, then I will not feel attracted to him any longer. My parents are an example of what love in a relationship looks like and I want love like theirs.

My hands are trembling as I put my key into the ignition and I start the engine. I can't get that moment out of my head. I managed to drive home in one piece and I didn't bother to go over to Cynthia's apartment, I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts.

As evening approached, I finally looked at my test. I failed badly. If my father had to see this, then he wouldn't be impressed just by looking at it. I sat on my bed, with my legs crossed. I opened up my laptop. I have been ignoring my phone for the rest of the day. I didn't want to be bothered while I'm feeling this way today and I am avoiding Cynthia and her millions of questions.

I check my emails and I see an email from Professor Moses. I clicked on it.

Miss Stern

It is with great regret that you will no longer be part of Business Studies. Students that aren't serious should change their course to something that they want to do. Business is not for you. I offered help, but you rejected my help. Please go to Miss Abrahams, the secretary, to help you change course tomorrow. Do not bother to show up at my class tomorrow.

Kind Regards

Professor A. Moses.

Business Studies Professor at NYU Stern.

What? I am too shocked that I read it more than once. Just because I don't want to give him what he wants doesn't mean that he can decide these things for me on the first test. My father will be calling me once I change course. He is on the board of education, he will want to know everything about my studies. All of this is to help with his company, Sternpoint.

I decided to reply to Professor Moses' email.

To Professor Moses

You cannot decide what I should do with regards to my studies. I chose business for a reason. I will not be changing to any other course. You cannot do this kind of thing to any other student out there. Do you offer other female students the same as what you offered to me? To have s^x with you in order for me to get extra credit? If that is the case, then I am not interested in even looking your way. I will be in class tomorrow to do business.

Kind Regards

L.R Stern.

I still can't believe this. I feel like I am boiling with anger. Immediately, I got a reply.

Miss Stern

I never offered any other female student what I offered you. I am serious about being attracted to you. You have already made up your mind.

I closed my laptop. I know with all of my heart that no matter what I do, I can never get the notes in my head when it comes to business and I don't want to be on my father's anger list. I guess I don't have a choice but to take Professor Moses up on his offer and get extra credit.