I Know What You're Thinking...

I Know What You're Thinking... I Know What You're Thinking...

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Jessica Blake's life was already turned inside-out before Professor Ryan Stone came on the scene. She knew she was attracted to him from the first second she saw him, but she never knew it would be so hard to sit through his lectures without spontaneously combusting.

Summary

Jessica Blake's life was already turned inside-out before Professor Ryan Stone came on the scene. She knew she was attracted to him from the first second she saw him, but she never knew it would be so hard to sit through his lectures without spontaneously combusting.

Chapter1 (v.1) - I Know What You're Thinking...

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Jessica Blake's life was already turned inside-out before Professor Ryan Stone came on the scene. She knew she was attracted to him from the first second she saw him, but she never knew it would be so hard to sit through his lectures without spontaneously combusting.

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Submitted: September 02, 2011

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Jessica Blake groaned as she shuffled into the room where her Romantic Period in British Literature class was supposed to be and tried to ignore the fact that her heart rate spiked when she sat down. She’d been dreading it ever since registration, and not because of the course content. She loved British literature. It was the professor, Professor Ryan Stone. He’d only started teaching the previous semester, but he had a good reputation.

 

Jessie had had him for the second half of her British literature cycle, and he’d been a wonderful professor. He was intelligent, engaging, funny…everything that a good professor should be. The only problem was the fact that he was better-looking than any college professor had a right to be. For most of the time that she was in his class the last time, she’d been struggling to keep her head above water. It seemed like she was constantly sick, and that made it hard to keep up. It had also made it easy for her to ignore the fact that there was something intensely attractive about him.

 

It was more than his dark hair, with only the odd hint of silver here and there. It was more than his broad shoulders and how incredible he looked in a suit. It was more than the fact that he looked adorable in glasses, more than the mischief in his smiles that piqued her interest.

 

There was something that tugged at her core, some unconscious quality of his being that pulled her thoughts to him whenever her mind wandered. It was some unearthly, deep magnetism that drew her to him. And that was why she did her best to stay away from him. The things that flared up inside her when she was in close proximity to him frightened her.

 

She was staring intently at absolutely nothing when he walked into the room. He almost walked past her, but paused and her breath caught in her throat. Professor Stone studied her for a moment before speaking.

 

“I almost didn’t recognize you with the new hairstyle.”

 

Jessie was dumbstruck; she couldn’t think, much less speak. When she didn’t respond he spoke again. “It’s a good thing. I mean…I meant that as a compliment.”

 

Jessie nodded and gave him a distracted smile. “Thank you.” It had been short and pitch black the last time she’d been in his class. She unconsciously reached up and pushed her naturally sandy-brown hair back behind her ears.

 

Her inner voice squealed like a kid on a three-day sugar high. He noticed. He noticed my hair. And he likes it. He was complementing me. I can’t believe he remembered. He noticed me. She gave herself a mental shake and forced herself to look at Professor Stone as he stepped up to the board and began scribbling something barely intelligible on it with a dry-erase marker. After a moment he paused and shook his head.

 

Jessie couldn’t help wrinkling her nose when he began erasing the board with his shirtsleeve. I hate it when he does that, she thought, his shirts are so nice. How long does it take to get that crap off the sleeves, anyway? The eraser is right there. Her breath hitched again as he stopped erasing with his sleeve and picked up the eraser. She shrank down in her seat and chewed on her bottom lip. Shit. Did I say that out loud? I didn’t think I said anything. There’s no way. Other students would be looking at me if I said something. It’s just a coincidence. Has to be.

 

To say that she was freaked out would have been an understatement, but the unease started slipping away as he began the first day’s lecture. Hearing his voice was as relaxing as a good cup of hot tea and after a couple of minutes her stress over the marker thing was replaced with a more pleasant kind of tension. Something inside her stretched and hummed with pleasure at the close proximity to Professor Stone and she shifted, trying to quiet it so she could hear what was being said.

 

By the time the class was over, Jessie was having hot flashes and had to bolt out the door. She dodged into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. What the fuck is wrong with me?


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