Seducing Professor Cal

Professor Cal liked them young, dumb, and blonde.

Myra knew this so she cut her hair into a chic bob, tinted it to a bright blonde, and spent an awfully long time at Victoria's secret.

By the time she walked into Ciaran Arts College, she was professor Cal’s dream girl.

She walked past the admin block, glancing down just once at the GPS to make sure she was headed in the right direction.

Every single student she walked past, regardless of their gender, gasped and turned to take a second look.

It was not long before she heard someone running beside her.

“You’re new. Need some guide?” A male voice said close to her ears.

Myra turned glassy eyes to the boy who looked at most twenty years old, and managed a frosty smile.

Then she turned away and continued walking. His pace slowed till he dropped behind her.

“Snobbish much, huh?”

She flipped her hair back, and only remembered at the last minute that she no longer had long flowing hair. That hair that had been Aiden’s favorite thing about her.

She sniffed back her tears, held her chin up, and swayed her hips towards Professor Callaghan Dankworth’s class.

She was fashionably late by a few minutes.

On purpose.

So, when she pushed the door to the auditorium open, all eyes turned to her just as she’d hoped.

Her eyes scanned all the seats above, before they finally traveled to her target.

She stifled a sigh. The man was irresistibly hot.

At age forty-five, Professor Cal stood at over six feet, and was more handsome than eighty percent of the male population.

The sprinkle of silver hair on his beard only seemed to add to the man’s erotic appeal and mysteriousness.

But he was an a*shole. The man she must take down in the next twelve weeks.

She heard a boy whistle, and some girls whisper among themselves as they watched her with awe, envy, or disgust.

But she only had eyes for the Professor, who was now squinting at her with interest.

“You’re the transfer student?” He spoke up in a gentle, deep voice.

Myra strolled briskly towards him. “Myra Shaw.”

She saw his left eyebrow tilt a little at her confidence.

She turned away, and began to walk towards a seat she had mentally chosen. But not before she played the old trick.

She let her heel catch on the wood floor.

The Professor was quick.

He held his hand out, and she gripped it, saving herself from a fall.

A strange current surged through her veins, raw and startling, and when she looked up in his eyes she saw he felt it too.

The man squinted at her, and soon his surprised smirk degenerated into a frown.

“I take punctuality seriously, Miss Shaw.” He said quietly, not once taking his eyes off her. “You just lost five points, now please go take your seat.”

Myra did not let her disappointment show in her face.

She pulled