A/N: This is Ministry era Taker, but the story takes place in current time. Just so there is no confusion. ;) Enjoy!
Rushing across campus, Charlee glanced down at her watch to see what time it was. It was her first day of her American History course, and she was late getting to the class. Of course, this is how she would start the semester. Things could never go smoothly, could they?
Entering the building, she watched intently for the room number of where her class would be taking place, and once she reached it she quickly ducked in. The room was filled to the brim, and as she scanned the seats she cursed inwardly when she saw the only open seat left was front and center. Wonderful. Taking a deep breath, she took her seat, and got settled. Well, at least the professor was not there, yet. Pulling her phone from her bag, she checked to make sure it was on silent, and just as she put it away the door swung open, and her eyes grew wide when a behemoth of a man walked into the room. Was...HE, her professor?
"Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Professor Calaway, and I will be teaching you American History," he stated, his deep voice sending a shiver up her spine. She had a multitude of feelings toward this man parade through her as her gaze remained fixed on him. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, and was partially pulled back in a ponytail. Black dress slacks encased his thick, long legs, just snug enough to show off his strong thighs and tight ass. The white button up he had on was partially undone, giving a peak of his smooth, hard chest, and with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows she could see both arms were covered in tattoos. Forcing herself to quit gawking over his body, she brought her attention to his face, and quickly realized this was a mistake. The goatee on his chin complimented his soft mouth, the thought of how kissable his lips looked flashing through her mind. As her gaze went higher yet, she suddenly found herself locking eyes with the most piercing pair of green orbs she had ever seen, and immediately blushed crimson. Well, this was off to an interesting start...
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Glancing at his watch, Mark gave a heavy sigh as he closed his planner and gathered the materials he needed to teach his next class. After making the difficult decision to retire from his previous career sooner than he had anticipated, he had decided to accept a teaching offer at one of the universities near where he lived in Houston, thinking it would be a relaxing break from the bustle of constantly traveling. He quickly learned there was nothing relaxing about teaching students, and while there were many a day he wanted to drink an entire bottle of whiskey after getting home, at the same time it was a rewarding occupation, and he was glad he made the decision to begin this new chapter in his career.
Stepping into the room, Mark introduced himself as he walked up to his podium, placing his book and notes on it. Quickly, he got out the syllabus for his course to go over with the students, and when he looked up he momentarily lost his train of thought as his gaze fell into the brightest colored eyes he had ever seen. The young girl they belonged to nervously chewed her full bottom lip as she looked at him, her leg jiggling below the desk as she twirled her pen between her dainty fingers. Her thick, chocolate brown hair fell into her face, and she immediately tucked the strand behind her ear before pushing her round glasses back up the bridge of her adorably upturned nose. When she flashed him a small dimpled smile, he realized he was staring, and quickly mentally shook himself as he began to go over the syllabus. What the fuck was that? Something told him he was about to get himself in deep shit with this little girl...