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I turn my attention toward Nancy as she enters the room and walks toward my desk. Her focus shifts to Tessa, and a gentle smile graces her face. "It's almost unheard of for a student to arrive early for class."

"I'm just trying to catch up before anyone else arrives.Professor Calloway said it was okay."

Fuck me—I need to hear her call me that again.

Nancy turns her attention away from Tessa and directs it toward me. “I hope you had a lovely weekend,” she says.

My cock inside Tessa is still at the forefront of my mind, and I'm hard as fucking stone.

"I did. Thank you. How was yours?"

"It was good, thanks. Some of the faculty members get together on Friday evenings for drinks. You should join us next time."

"I'll definitely try to make it one evening."

"Great." She smiles. "But that's not why I came here. I wanted to speak with you about one of your students."

When I hear Tessa's chair move, I know she's listening to every word. I watch Nancy turn to look at her, and even though Tessa hasn't looked up from her book, I see a flash of fear settle on her face.

"Could we possibly go outside and talk?"

"Of course," I reply, trying to keep my shit together as we linger outside the classroom, praying this has nothing to do with Tessa."What's wrong, Nancy?"

"You have a student in your class, Ashlee Johnson."

"I know her."

"Be careful with her. There have been rumors that she wrote you an inappropriate piece of work."The very well-writtenbut disturbing poem about being kidnapped and driven to a secluded forest, where she described having sex among the branches.

"I know what you're talking about. I have the piece of work in my drawer if you'd like to see it."

"It's fine. I just want to make sure you're aware that Miss Johnson has a reputation at this school."

"Well, I appreciate you telling me, and I'll keep it in mind."

"No problem. I'll let you get back."

I give her a subtle nod and head back inside the classroom. As I enter, my eyes land on Tessa, and I can see the sheer panic etched on her face.

"What happened? Does she know?"

"Yeah, she knows."

"Oh my god, what are we going to do?" She runs her fingers through her hair, and I feel a twinge of guilt for playing with her.

"She heard a rumor that a girl named Tessa was obsessed with her teacher's cock. That teacher happens to be me."

"What?" She lifts her chin, her eyes penetrating mine.

"And she's been begging for me to fuck her at every opportunity." I see the realization on her face as she exhales and shakes her head at me.

"You're an asshole!" she exclaims, shaking her head. I laugh as she lets out a sigh of relief. "Do you realize how scared I was?" She smiles.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but look how happy you are now."

"I swear you'll regret screwing with me like that before class ends."

The door swings open again, interrupting us, but this time, it's accompanied by a loud noise and heavy footsteps. A group of students enters the room, and Tessa has already moved to her usual seat.

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