I didn’t speak to Alex again until I saw him in class. This time, I sat closer to the front in an attempt to act natural. I raised my hand a few times to speak during the class conversation, but other than that, tried not to speak directly to Alex. I didn’t smile excessively or look at him more than anyone else did. And, though I wanted to wear something cute to show off for Alex, I went with my standard combination of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt.

That didn’t mean that there weren’t other things on my mind. While he lectured about subjects I was hardly listening to, I kept imagining him in the nude. I wondered if I could ever look at Alex clothed and not imagine him in the buff. He truly had a magnificent body.

Class seemed to drag on forever. I wanted to get out of there so I wouldn’t have to keep up with the charade any longer. While I liked being in Alex’s presence, it was exhausting to pretend as if I was indifferent to the whole experience.

“I’ve collected your papers and I’ll be grading them in the following week or two,” Alex announced to the class. “Don’t bother asking me if I’m going to choose you as the winner, because I’ll probably go ahead and disqualify you for bugging me about it. I’m grading you based on how a potential employer would grade you. Whoever has the best interview answer will get the job. The winner must accept the offer within three days of the prize. If the winner rejects the internship, I will prepare the runner-up. You’ll get to come into the office, have a short orientation, and start work the week after the end of the semester. You will be paid, but you will not be paid very much. That’s just how these things work. Any questions?”

Kevin raised his hand. My stomach lurched.

“How can you be so sure you’re hiring based of the strength of the paper alone and not incorporating any bias?”

Alex furrowed his brow, a look of confusion on his face. “I’m just going to choose the best one. None of you have proven yourselves to be total idiots yet, so I don’t think you need to worry about any bias. Anything else?”

He looked around the room. No one replied.

“Cool. Again, I’m required to tell you that I have office hours this afternoon. I’m not technically discouraging you to come, but if you do, remember that it will be during my grading time, and I will remember who interrupts me. If possible, send me an email and I’ll get back to you when I have time. Now, get out of here so I can get back to work.”

I was fairly certain that he gave me a direct look when he talked about office hours. I wondered if it was supposed to be a clue that I was supposed to meet him, or a hint that I should stay the hell away and not try anything with him.

We filed out of the classroom. A few students went to the front of the room to talk to Alex, but I kept walking, pretending to check emails on my phone. I walked to my next class, hoping that I put on a convincing performance. I knew it was all in my imagination, but I couldn’t help but feel like other people were watching me.

Toward the end of my next class, I got a text from Alex, telling me to go to his office hours. He told me to wear something sexy like last time, but I didn’t think that was a good idea. If anyone saw me walking around in baggy clothing for class, but something short and tight for office hours, that would be sure to raise some red flags.

Not having much time between class and office hours, I hurried back to my dorm and swapped out my sports bra and plain underwear for something a little sexier. Since it was getting warm out, I swapped my jeans for shorts and tossed my sweatshirt on over my lingerie.

Sneaking around was thrilling. I was nervous about getting caught, but the forbidden aspect of it was a little arousing. I quietly knocked on the door to the classroom before letting myself in.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Alex said, closing his laptop. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your grades.”

I frowned. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. I’m afraid you’re not taking this class very seriously. Your grades have been slipping and it’s looking like you won’t graduate without an A in this class.”

I shot him a confused look. My grades were impeccable. I had no idea what he was talking about. Perhaps I could have tried harder on my paper, but he already told me the internship was mine. I really didn’t understand why there would be an issue. But, with the stress of finals starting to get to me, I suddenly felt myself panic.

“That’s not possible,” I said. “Let me see my grades.”

As I reached over for his computer, he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his chest.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Trying some role play,” he said, letting me go. “I thought it would be fun to spice things up. You know, I’d be the teacher and you’d be the student. It’s a fairly common storyline. You’d be on the verge of failing and you’d have to do me a favor to get your grades back up. Don’t tell me you thought I was being serious?”

I bit my lip. In fact, I did think he was talking about the actual class.

“Can you do the teacher and student role play if we’re actually teacher and student?” I asked. “Do we even need to role play for that?”

“Why do you have to ruin a good thing?” he asked, partially kidding, partially not. “You over think the thing to death and now it’s no longer sexy.”

“Did I take you out of the mood?” I asked, pointing my hips toward him.

He smirked. “No, but I was enjoying being the one in charge in this scenario.”

“We can continue.”

“Good,” he said, sitting up a little straighter. “So, if you want to raise your grade, you need to raise that,” he said, looking down at his crotch.

I licked my lips and got down on my knees in front of him. I slowly unzipped his pants, teasing him as I made my way into his underwear. I looked up to see a relaxed smile on his face as he closed his eyes and leaned back. I went to work on him, slowing sliding and teasing him as I moved up and down his shaft.

“Will this give me an A?” I asked coyly, taking a break to look him in the eyes.

“Get on that desk and I’ll give you a D,” he replied.

“Clever,” I giggled, as I got back to my feet. Alex lifted me by my waist and set me on the desk. On my back, I let him pull my sweatshirt and shorts off, then my carefully chosen undergarments.

“Is the door locked?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied, his fingers stroking me. “Does it matter?”

“Not unless you plan on taking long,” I said.

With that, he swiftly got on top of me, his body covering mine. At least this way, if anyone walked through the door, they would just see Alex’s exposed backside.

Every sexual encounter with Alex was different, but everyone had been absolutely amazing. While we had been together in the privacy of his apartment, it wasn’t near as exciting as getting down and dirty with him on his desk, in the room I had sat and listened to lectures in so many times before. There was the real possibility that someone could catch us at any time, and it made the situation all the more electric.

This time, I stifled my moans, trying not to draw attention to the classroom as students wandered down the halls, just outside. Alex grabbed onto my thigh and squeezed harder as he came closer to climax, his other hand tangled in my hair. Then, we reached the point of no return. If the dean of students walked in at that very moment, I would have begged Alex to keep going. When the waves of pleasure subsided, we put our clothes back on, gave each other coy smiles, and I walked out the door without a word.