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This hadn’t been a class Steve had been looking forward to. It wasn’t a part of his major and he wasn’t interested in it, but he needed the credits. When he’d showed up last week, though, all his disinterest had quickly changed when he realized who his professor was. Professor Stark. Steve had heard of him around the campus: a genius, a total silver fox, and completely out of anyone’s league even if he could charm just about anyone out of their pants. He hadn’t heard any rumors about the guy sleeping with students, but after meeting him for the first time, Steve had a mission.
He wore a tight, dark blue t-shirt this morning and his favorite pair of ass-hugging jeans. He strolled into the lecture hall with his backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder. He made his way down the stairs to the front row, sliding along until he was right in the middle. “Hi, sorry, do you mind if I steal your seat?” he asked the girl already there. “My eyes are real bad, and I’m gonna fail this class miserably if I don’t get my notes.”
She looked reluctant to move at all, but eventually she relented and gathered her things to move back a row. Steve dropped into her seat and pulled out his notebook and a pen. The moment Professor Stark stepped into the room, the blond lounged back against his seat and let his knees fall wide open. He brought his pen up and slid the end of it between his lips, pursing them around it as his gaze followed the older man. Oh, this was going to be a great semester.
