I must’ve spent the rest of that car ride home mulling over whether or not I crossed the line with April. She seemed so into it, I didn’t understand why she just stopped.

Unless she was a…virgin?

Nah. No way. There’s no way that’s even remotely a possibility. Not like that was a bad thing. Actually, that made all of this even more hard to restrain from.

There was no doubt I wanted to do a lot more than just have April babysit Dylan. I wanted her. I fought hard for every little bit of restraint in my body to not take her sexy little body. It took everything in me to keep those thoughts at bay.

She was my student and Dylan’s babysitter. As long as I keep those buzz-killing thoughts in my head, everything would be kosher.

I pulled back up to the condo and saw a strange red note pressed against the wooden frame of the door. I couldn’t think of anyone that would’ve left it there. Pulling the paper off of the door, I read it carefully.

“2 for me. You can manage, can’t you?”

The handwriting was awful. Almost like a small child wrote it.

Almost like Dylan wrote it.

Maybe I’d ask him about it when he woke up.

When I walked inside Dylan was sitting playfully in the living scribbling in a coloring book like it wasn’t three in the morning.

“Hey little man, what are you still doing up?” This was weird. I was pretty sure that April put him to bed a while ago.

“Oh, I was just coloring with the lady!”

“April?”

“Actually dada, I don’t remember her name…” I curled my eyebrow up in confusion. Ehh…maybe he was just sleepwalking. I did it all the time anyway.

“Come on Dylan, you know it’s way past time for you to be awake. I don’t want to catch you wandering around at this time anymore.” I picked him up and carried him to his bedroom and into his bed. Tucking him in, I left the door open a crack and walked into my suite.

The note was fucking weird, to say the least, but I didn’t want to worry Dylan if it wasn’t him that wrote it so I crumbled it up and set it the draw next to my bed. Out of sight, out of mind. I was much more looking forward to seeing April again. Seriously, I couldn’t think of anything other than her while I sat on the bed staring at the ceiling.

This was a first for me.

I wasn’t normally wrapped up in my emotions over any woman.

But here I was…anticipating the next time I would see her again.

Fate sure has a weird way of throwing curveballs into your life.

* * *

My eyes could hardly stay open. Instead of sleeping, I spent all night staring at the ceiling.

Thinking about April.

My heart wasn’t in the teaching mood, so I left the students to watch a gory surgical procedure to get them going. It seemed to do the trick so I sat at my desk trying to keep my eyes from veering back into April’s direction.

I wasn’t the kind to lose my cool, like ever. But I couldn’t stop thinking that she was angry about what happened yesterday. Most of the women I’d been with the past few years practically threw themselves on me. I didn’t have to ask any question before, during, or after. April was different. I cared about her in a way I haven’t cared for anyone in a long time.

And now I couldn’t help but feel like an ass.

I quietly tapped my fingers against the cold plastic coating of the desk I sat at and watched as her emerald eyes danced against the darkness of the room. Our eyes met and she quickly looked away. Her ripe cheeks became blush with embarrassment. But I could tell she wasn’t completely unhappy about it.

Maybe I should talk to her after class.

For goodness sake, she’s my student and my son’s babysitter… What the hell was I doing thinking about doing anything else with her?

I shifted around in my chair and glanced around at the students in class, some paying attention to the video, some not. The more I tried not to think about April, the more my eyes shifted to her direction.

April locked eyes with me again.

Her full lips mouthed shapes at me…after…class…let’s…talk? I think that’s what she said.

Good.

I had every intention of talking to her and making her mine.

When the documentary finally finished, I flicked on the lights in the lecture hall and walked to the center.

“Alright class, that’s it for today. Remember you have a test next week. First one of the semester. Try not to fail.” With groans and sighs, the students in the hall dispersed. April walked over to me, her ample hips swishing and swaying just right.

“You wanted to talk?” I folded my arms and gave her an expectant smile. I had no clue where this conversation was going to go, I only hoped it would go in my favor.

“Yeah, um…do you think we could go to your office?” Her voice was light and longing. Dripping with sex appeal.

What the hell was she up to?

“Sure thing. Just let me close down the hall here.” I turned off all of the lights and the projector, locking the door to the hall behind April. We walked to my office in silence and at an oddly fast pace.

“Dr. Gray! Long time no see!” We stopped at the sound of a husky old voice down the hall. I really didn’t want to stop walking, but I turned around anyway.

John Lowell, a damn good surgeon in his own right and President of the medical school.

“Dr. John Lowell, good to see you too. How’ve you been?” My eyes discreetly wandered to April. She was looking pretty impatient. Better make this quick.

“Been well Doctor. I just wanted to say that the university is grateful you’re taking time out of your schedule to teach our future doctors.”

“It’s nothing. I enjoy it. Uh, I’m kind of in a hurry here Dr. Lowell but, stop by my office later and we can talk.”

April was much more important than this conversation anyway.

I waved him off and she picked up right where she left off, bursting down the hall.

Alright, this was starting to get a little strange. Why was she in such a hurry? Her blonde hair scurried in strands against her face as she paced down the hall. I couldn’t stop looking at her. I couldn’t stop thinking about having her again. Maybe she was thinking the same thing too.

Fumbling with the keys in my hand, I let out a deep sigh when I got the door to my office open. I closed it quickly and April walked over to my desk with her hands on her hips. Curling her fingers in a “come hither” motion, it was like she pulled me to her with an invisible rope.

I raced those eight steps from the door to my desk and wrapped my arms around her slim waist.

I looked at her beautiful face for a few seconds before I took her soft pursed lips onto mine. There was a taste of sweet strawberries on her tongue and as soon as it hit my taste buds I cupped her ass in my hands.

“I don’t have any second thoughts anymore Paul. I want you.” She said into my ear, her voice turning into an audible moan.

These pants were now feeling a few sizes smaller than I thought they were.

That was all the confirmation I needed that she wanted it as much as I did.

Picking her up by her smooth thighs, I balanced her on the desk clearing all of the mess to the floor with my left hand. We almost pummeled each other with a barrage of crazy kisses.

Yeah, my rock-hard cock was making these pants really tight thanks to April.

“You don’t know how bad I want you April.” My fingers dug into the flimsy silk top she was wearing and I pulled it gently over her head. Her wavy hair became a sexy, sultry, mess and she flipped her head back in response.

“Just shut up and fuck me already!”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.”

I took her breasts in my hand and pinched those hard nipples underneath the lace bra she was wearing. She was panting but I wanted her to yell, I wanted to make her scream. She was going to feel what I wanted to give her yesterday.

Three…

Two…

One…

Those clasps keeping her soft tits from my grasps were gone with the wind.