"M s. Burgess," I called out casually, "a moment please." I went back to packing up my laptop to dodge the looks of the other students. Some were heading out the door for a pub crawl while others hung around to hoard the last of the pizza slices .

Olivia had been with the last group. She folded a couple of slices into a paper napkin and was currently shoving them in her backpack. I tried to look away, but her tight sweater and yoga pants hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was piled up on top of her hair, not down the way I liked it. I've spent more than a few sleepless nights thinking about her hair spread out on my pillow .

Damn it, I was fucked .

A student. Of all the women that could make my dick stand at attention, I picked a student. They were very clear on the rules when I took this gig. I knew the consequences, but apparently, my cock didn't care about the university code of conduct .

I glanced up again and saw Olivia lean over an overstuffed chair to hug one of her classmate's goodbye. The perfect curve of her ass was on full display for the entire study group to see. I caught Alan, one of her classmates, staring at her appreciatively and felt the need to pummel the twerp .

Yes, I was screwed .

Why did I insist she join this study group? Because I'm insane. Sure, she was the smartest, most hard-working student in any of my classes and exactly the kind of student the study group was designed to help, but I still should have steered clear of her .

She was sexy with this self-deprecating wit that stood out from the beautiful women I usually met. As my grandmother would have said, "She's a keeper." And that was dangerous because I wasn't looking for a keeper. I had that once and that was one more than enough .

Fuck.

Alan grabbed her in an inappropriately long goodbye hug and I had to tamp down my anger. "Olivia," I repeated trying to hold my temper in check, "a moment, please ."

I hated this cat and mouse shit. If I want to drive a student home, I should just be able to drive them home. I shouldn't have to hide it from the school. It wasn't like I was sleeping with her, I was just giving her a ride to her off-campus apartment so she could attend a school-sponsored late night study group .

It was completely innocent .

Now, if it wasn't for the Dean of students riding my ass, I would have taken Olivia home, fucked her till she couldn't stand straight, and gotten her out of my system. But no, I was relegated to acting like a high school boy looking for his first slow dance .

All of this, just to do her a favor. I looked over and saw her lean in close and wrap her arms around his shoulders. The little shit had the nerve to slide his hands toward her ass .

"Olivia," I barked, "now ."

She let go of him and shot me an annoyed look. I tamped down my smile and held up a decoy folder. That little fucker needed to learn to keep his hands to himself .

Olivia smirked and tossed her book bag over her shoulder and sauntered over to me. Damn it, she had the sexiest saunter .

"So, Professor Dalton," she called out just loud enough for others to hear, "do you have that case study I was asking about before? I think it will really help with my thesis ."

She leaned over my desk and I got a better view of the curves under her tight sweater. Fuck, I needed to do something about this situation before my dick exploded .

"Yes, I xeroxed a copy for you," I responded, then leaned in and whispered more softly, "Do you have to say goodbye to everyone? You know, you're going to see them tomorrow ."

Her smile faltered a bit before she took the folder and gushed loudly, "Thank you, Professor Dalton! You're a lifesaver!" She paused for a moment and whispered, "I'm sorry, are you in a rush? Should I try and find another ride home ?"

Shit, one look at her frown and I felt like an asshole. I needed to get out of this, but not at this exact moment. It's wasn't like she lived in a safe part of town, I certainly wasn't going to leave her to fend for herself without any notice. The worst part of the evening was dropping her off at the shit hole she called home. I tried to bring up her living situation before but she just changed the subject - and unless I wanted to lose my job, it was none of my business .

"No, it's fine," I lied as I rolled down the sleeves of my shirt, "I just don't want everyone hanging around. My career would be in jeopardy if the wrong people saw us leave together." I knew it was kind of a dick move to say that, but I needed to set the stage for ending this .

"Yeah, I get it," she blushed, "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble. I really appreciate you driving me home ."

"It's not a problem," I relented. Fuck, if I didn't watch myself, my only job would be chauffeuring her around .

"Are you in the same parking lot as last week?" She looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes and swear at that moment being her personal chauffeur sounded good. I don't even know why I cared about the job. It's not like I needed the money - not that anyone except the board of trustees knew that .

I had a sweet setup in the private sector, but I had some crazy idea about using my skills to make the world a better place. But I also had other skills, and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to use them on Olivia. Of course, if I was caught in a scandal, my reputation - and hers - would suffer .

"Yes," I answered her and wondered how long I could really keep this up without ripping off her clothes and taking her on the desk, "I'll meet you outside in ten minutes ."

She gave a quick nod of her head and turned on her heel to leave with nothing more than a quick wave to the rest of the group. I picked up my jacket and shrugged it on while watching her retreating back. Or rather, her retreating backside. While I adjusted my collar, I realized I wasn't the only one enjoying the view and my blood began to boil .

I was so fucked .