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| Site contents Copyright © 2005-2015 Bridget Midway All Rights Reserved |
"Learning The Hard Way"
It had been a long time since Troy had been on a college campus. Thankfully the classes he took more than
twenty years ago still had relevance so that he only needed a few classes to take to get his degree.
He pulled into the parking lot of the building where most of his classes would be this summer. A full load. He
must have been crazy to do that to himself.
With a pad and pen in hand, Troy walked into the building. After locating where all of his classes would be, he
scanned the directory until he found his professors’ names. First stop: ethics professor.
“Ah, there it is. Colton comma S. Sixth floor.” Instead of taking the stairs on this hot summer day, Troy braved
the elevator.
Even though the parking lot was practically empty and the building had only a few people milling around it,
pretty soon, he knew that the place would be full of students and he would be the old guy out.
Going back to school after all of these years would be a challenge, but Troy knew that before making the
decision to return.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, he heard music blaring from down the hall. Probably some student
working in an office or someone on the cleaning crew trying to make their time enjoyable while they worked.
Hell, his own guys at his company played music louder than this on job sites so Troy was used to it.
Troy strolled down the hallway going toward his new professor’s office. The closer he got, the louder the music
became until he got a sinking feeling in his stomach that the music was coming from his professor’s office.
Damn, that either meant that the professor wasn’t there or worse, he or she was there and was probably way
younger than him with a maturity level a hair above Gross’s.
As he suspected, Troy stood outside the door of the office where the music blared. He steeled his nerves
before knocking.
“Um, excuse me.” He rapped his knuckles against the wood and the door eased open. What he saw on the
other side unhinged his jaw.
With her back to him, he watched a woman dancing around her office, if you could call it dancing. She was
swaying her hips back and forth. In her tank top, where it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tiny black
shorts, she looked sexy, damn sexy.
Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun, an unusual look with an outfit so very casual. And it
looked like her smooth skin had caramel spread over it. Beautiful color.
She hugged her arms around her body and danced her fingers up and down her sides. Cute. Troy leaned
against the doorframe and watched the show for a while.
The song she listened to while she wiggled and writhed her body around had some lyric in it about a guy
missing his chance at marriage. With a body like this woman had, she probably had to beat guys off with a stick.
In that moment, she twirled around. Instantly, Troy’s gaze dropped to her chest where he confirmed what he
knew. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her dark areolas showed clearly through her thin top and her nipples peaked.
The true crime came when she crossed her arms over her chest as soon as she saw him.
After turning down the music, which took her a while to figure out how to do so, she asked, “Who are you?”
When she needed to drop at least one of her hands to pick up something from her desk, she took refuge
behind her computer monitor to hide her breasts.
Damn.
“Sorry, I was looking for a Professor Colton.” Troy walked into the office, which for a professor, and considering
its cramped space, was amazingly neat and tidy. Not one item out of place.
She picked up a pair of glasses and slipped them on her face. Like a bunny, her cute nose wrinkled as she
tried to focus on him.
“I’m, uh, Dr. Colton.”
Holy shit! This smoking hot woman could not be the professor he would be spending every day with for the next
month.
Troy extended his hand and approached her. “Hi, my name is Troy Whitten. I’ll be one of your students in your
‘Sex and Ethics’ class this summer.”
“Oh.” She smoothed her long, slender fingers over her hair. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Whitten.” She accepted his
hand, giving him a firm handshake with her soft hand.
“Troy, please.” And please say you aren’t married, Troy wanted to add.
As though she had heard his thoughts, she removed her hand from his. “Classes don’t start until next week.
What can I do for you?” She rested her hands the flat screen monitor and moved closer to it.
That was one lucky monitor.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been at college. I wanted to get a jump on classes because I have a feeling
things will move really quickly.”
“That’s correct. I do hand out my syllabus on the first day so that students will know what to expect. And it’s on
the website.”
She searched around the room. She must have found what she was looking for on the other side. A look of
disappointment covered her face. In a brave move, she left the safety of the monitor barrier and walked by him
to get to a box next to the door.
Up close to see her long, toned legs coming from under those tiny shorts and her bare feet forced Troy to
cover himself with the pad he’d brought into the room. Then she bent over to find whatever she was looking for
and gave him an even better show.
His gaze fixed on her tiny waist and her incredible ass, so round and firm. It didn’t help that when she walked by
him, she left in her wake an intoxicating vanilla aroma that had him thinking about biting her all over her
luscious body.
Think about baseball. Think about baseball.
“Sorry.” She picked something up and handed it to him. “Here’s my business card with my website information
on it. It might help you in the class.”
Troy didn’t mean to stare at her, but behind her glasses hid a soulful pair of milk chocolate brown eyes. Either
Troy was hungry or this woman was too delicious for words.
He took the card, dragging his fingers over hers. The connection sent an electric charge through his body.
“Thanks. I’ll check you out, um, on the web, on your website.” Did it suddenly get hot in there?
He shoved the card in his pocket.
“Good. You do that.” She offered him a polite smile before resuming her spot behind her desk.
“So are you leaving? I notice you were packing.”
“Oh, no. I’m just cleaning up. Apparently I’m doing too much cleaning. I can’t find things that I need.” She
laughed and let out a small snort.
Even that was sexy.
“I love teaching summer school.” She put her hands back on the monitor. “Not all of the students are the ones
who didn’t want to apply themselves during the normal school year. I’m seeing a lot more career-minded people
now. Is that why you’re in summer school?”
“No, I signed up to meet women.” His bad attempt at levity melted the smile from Professor Colton’s face. “Sorry,
bad joke. Yes, I’m heading into the second phase of my life and wanted to try something different.”
She nodded.
Troy took that moment to do something brave or really, really stupid. “Speaking of trying something different.
There’s a great little coffee shop down the street that sells the best chocolate chip cookies on the planet. If you
aren’t busy right now, you want to join me and maybe we can talk about the class and your expectations?”
A shiver attacked Troy’s spine as he awaited her answer. In his fantasy, he wanted her to say that she
expected him to be in her office fucking her brains out twice a day and every weekend. If she wanted to wrap
those long legs around him, he would let her.
She pushed her glasses up her nose. “As I said before, everything you need to know about me, um, about my
class can be found on the website.” She glanced at the same box she got her business card from and brought
her attention back to him. “If I had a current copy of my syllabus, I would have given that to you. But I don’t. The
book requirement is on the site. I’d like to think I’m a fair teacher. I’m a great listener and I enjoy a meaningful
exchange of ideas.”
“I can kind of hear a ‘but’ coming.”
“However,” she cleared her throat, “it’s not appropriate for a professor to date her students.”
“It wouldn’t be a date. It’s just—”
“No thank you, Mr. Whitten.”
He offered a smile to let her know her decision hadn’t bothered him. He patted his pocket where he stashed her
card. “Thanks again for the information. I appreciate it. And I sincerely hope you weren’t offended by the offer. I
really just wanted coffee and to talk. That’s it.”
“And that’s fine. Just know that I’m only available to my students in class, in my office or by e-mail. That’s it.”
Troy bowed his head. “Duly noted.” When he turned, he nearly ran into an older gentleman with white hair and
a bad comb-over.
“Excuse me.” He steadied himself by putting a hand on Troy’s shoulder. “Am I interrupting? I want to talk to you
about something important.”
The man must have been important. Professor Colton picked up a black sweater from her chair and put it on.
Why hadn’t she done that before when he was there?
“No, sir. He was just leaving.” She stared at him. “See you next week.”
Troy gave her a sloppy salute. “See you later.”
He had to hand it to her. Despite being the sexiest woman he had seen in years, she did stick to her guns as
far as her expectations. She probably would be a great ethics professor. Too bad he would never find out what
she would be like as a girlfriend, a lover. At least he had one resort to turn to if he truly felt strapped for
companionship.
~ ~ ~
Copyright © 2009 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.
twenty years ago still had relevance so that he only needed a few classes to take to get his degree.
He pulled into the parking lot of the building where most of his classes would be this summer. A full load. He
must have been crazy to do that to himself.
With a pad and pen in hand, Troy walked into the building. After locating where all of his classes would be, he
scanned the directory until he found his professors’ names. First stop: ethics professor.
“Ah, there it is. Colton comma S. Sixth floor.” Instead of taking the stairs on this hot summer day, Troy braved
the elevator.
Even though the parking lot was practically empty and the building had only a few people milling around it,
pretty soon, he knew that the place would be full of students and he would be the old guy out.
Going back to school after all of these years would be a challenge, but Troy knew that before making the
decision to return.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, he heard music blaring from down the hall. Probably some student
working in an office or someone on the cleaning crew trying to make their time enjoyable while they worked.
Hell, his own guys at his company played music louder than this on job sites so Troy was used to it.
Troy strolled down the hallway going toward his new professor’s office. The closer he got, the louder the music
became until he got a sinking feeling in his stomach that the music was coming from his professor’s office.
Damn, that either meant that the professor wasn’t there or worse, he or she was there and was probably way
younger than him with a maturity level a hair above Gross’s.
As he suspected, Troy stood outside the door of the office where the music blared. He steeled his nerves
before knocking.
“Um, excuse me.” He rapped his knuckles against the wood and the door eased open. What he saw on the
other side unhinged his jaw.
With her back to him, he watched a woman dancing around her office, if you could call it dancing. She was
swaying her hips back and forth. In her tank top, where it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tiny black
shorts, she looked sexy, damn sexy.
Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun, an unusual look with an outfit so very casual. And it
looked like her smooth skin had caramel spread over it. Beautiful color.
She hugged her arms around her body and danced her fingers up and down her sides. Cute. Troy leaned
against the doorframe and watched the show for a while.
The song she listened to while she wiggled and writhed her body around had some lyric in it about a guy
missing his chance at marriage. With a body like this woman had, she probably had to beat guys off with a stick.
In that moment, she twirled around. Instantly, Troy’s gaze dropped to her chest where he confirmed what he
knew. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her dark areolas showed clearly through her thin top and her nipples peaked.
The true crime came when she crossed her arms over her chest as soon as she saw him.
After turning down the music, which took her a while to figure out how to do so, she asked, “Who are you?”
When she needed to drop at least one of her hands to pick up something from her desk, she took refuge
behind her computer monitor to hide her breasts.
Damn.
“Sorry, I was looking for a Professor Colton.” Troy walked into the office, which for a professor, and considering
its cramped space, was amazingly neat and tidy. Not one item out of place.
She picked up a pair of glasses and slipped them on her face. Like a bunny, her cute nose wrinkled as she
tried to focus on him.
“I’m, uh, Dr. Colton.”
Holy shit! This smoking hot woman could not be the professor he would be spending every day with for the next
month.
Troy extended his hand and approached her. “Hi, my name is Troy Whitten. I’ll be one of your students in your
‘Sex and Ethics’ class this summer.”
“Oh.” She smoothed her long, slender fingers over her hair. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Whitten.” She accepted his
hand, giving him a firm handshake with her soft hand.
“Troy, please.” And please say you aren’t married, Troy wanted to add.
As though she had heard his thoughts, she removed her hand from his. “Classes don’t start until next week.
What can I do for you?” She rested her hands the flat screen monitor and moved closer to it.
That was one lucky monitor.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been at college. I wanted to get a jump on classes because I have a feeling
things will move really quickly.”
“That’s correct. I do hand out my syllabus on the first day so that students will know what to expect. And it’s on
the website.”
She searched around the room. She must have found what she was looking for on the other side. A look of
disappointment covered her face. In a brave move, she left the safety of the monitor barrier and walked by him
to get to a box next to the door.
Up close to see her long, toned legs coming from under those tiny shorts and her bare feet forced Troy to
cover himself with the pad he’d brought into the room. Then she bent over to find whatever she was looking for
and gave him an even better show.
His gaze fixed on her tiny waist and her incredible ass, so round and firm. It didn’t help that when she walked by
him, she left in her wake an intoxicating vanilla aroma that had him thinking about biting her all over her
luscious body.
Think about baseball. Think about baseball.
“Sorry.” She picked something up and handed it to him. “Here’s my business card with my website information
on it. It might help you in the class.”
Troy didn’t mean to stare at her, but behind her glasses hid a soulful pair of milk chocolate brown eyes. Either
Troy was hungry or this woman was too delicious for words.
He took the card, dragging his fingers over hers. The connection sent an electric charge through his body.
“Thanks. I’ll check you out, um, on the web, on your website.” Did it suddenly get hot in there?
He shoved the card in his pocket.
“Good. You do that.” She offered him a polite smile before resuming her spot behind her desk.
“So are you leaving? I notice you were packing.”
“Oh, no. I’m just cleaning up. Apparently I’m doing too much cleaning. I can’t find things that I need.” She
laughed and let out a small snort.
Even that was sexy.
“I love teaching summer school.” She put her hands back on the monitor. “Not all of the students are the ones
who didn’t want to apply themselves during the normal school year. I’m seeing a lot more career-minded people
now. Is that why you’re in summer school?”
“No, I signed up to meet women.” His bad attempt at levity melted the smile from Professor Colton’s face. “Sorry,
bad joke. Yes, I’m heading into the second phase of my life and wanted to try something different.”
She nodded.
Troy took that moment to do something brave or really, really stupid. “Speaking of trying something different.
There’s a great little coffee shop down the street that sells the best chocolate chip cookies on the planet. If you
aren’t busy right now, you want to join me and maybe we can talk about the class and your expectations?”
A shiver attacked Troy’s spine as he awaited her answer. In his fantasy, he wanted her to say that she
expected him to be in her office fucking her brains out twice a day and every weekend. If she wanted to wrap
those long legs around him, he would let her.
She pushed her glasses up her nose. “As I said before, everything you need to know about me, um, about my
class can be found on the website.” She glanced at the same box she got her business card from and brought
her attention back to him. “If I had a current copy of my syllabus, I would have given that to you. But I don’t. The
book requirement is on the site. I’d like to think I’m a fair teacher. I’m a great listener and I enjoy a meaningful
exchange of ideas.”
“I can kind of hear a ‘but’ coming.”
“However,” she cleared her throat, “it’s not appropriate for a professor to date her students.”
“It wouldn’t be a date. It’s just—”
“No thank you, Mr. Whitten.”
He offered a smile to let her know her decision hadn’t bothered him. He patted his pocket where he stashed her
card. “Thanks again for the information. I appreciate it. And I sincerely hope you weren’t offended by the offer. I
really just wanted coffee and to talk. That’s it.”
“And that’s fine. Just know that I’m only available to my students in class, in my office or by e-mail. That’s it.”
Troy bowed his head. “Duly noted.” When he turned, he nearly ran into an older gentleman with white hair and
a bad comb-over.
“Excuse me.” He steadied himself by putting a hand on Troy’s shoulder. “Am I interrupting? I want to talk to you
about something important.”
The man must have been important. Professor Colton picked up a black sweater from her chair and put it on.
Why hadn’t she done that before when he was there?
“No, sir. He was just leaving.” She stared at him. “See you next week.”
Troy gave her a sloppy salute. “See you later.”
He had to hand it to her. Despite being the sexiest woman he had seen in years, she did stick to her guns as
far as her expectations. She probably would be a great ethics professor. Too bad he would never find out what
she would be like as a girlfriend, a lover. At least he had one resort to turn to if he truly felt strapped for
companionship.
~ ~ ~
Copyright © 2009 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.