A/N: Twilight is mine. No? Are you sure?

Breakfast is overrated. Why? Because when you feel choked up after having had a HEAVY sex dream about one of your students, let me tell you, you don't feel like swallowing your bowl of cereals or even a cup of coffee.

My night has been filled with Edward Cullen. His beautiful face, his striking eyes, his magnificent voice, his body…Granted, I don't know what the last one looks or feels like but, according to my subconscious, he is a God in a 17 year-old envelope.

Now to my next problem, Edward is 17. Where is my mind? How can I fantasize on him? Yes, he's gorgeous but he's my student. Sure but have you ever had a student who looked like that before?

Never, I told you that before. Still, the guilt was there. You see, I'm a good girl: never drifted from the path, never did anything remotely crazy or daring. The one time I was not totally the person everyone expected me to be was when I broke up with Jake. We got together during college and he seemed like the perfect guy. No, let me rephrase. He was perfect, not for me though.

Why? Well, even if I am a vanilla girl, my heart has always been waiting for the guy who would destroy my perfect little life. My soul has been yearning for its mate. My body has wanted and desired a companion who'd make it sing. Not once did I feel satisfied physically and mentally when I was with Jake. He was, and still is a great guy but I made a terrible mistake staying with him.

This is all fine and dandy, Swan but it doesn't explain why you suddenly have wet dreams about one of your students. Sighing, I decide to go to school earlier than usual and lose myself in work.

On my way to my classroom though, I got called inside Principal Banner's office because he wanted to discuss something with me. He agreed on giving me a few minutes to prepare my lesson plan for the morning and after doing that, I got back and knocked on his door.

When I entered, I immediately knew something was off. There was someone else in the room, actually sitting in one of the chairs facing Mr Banner. Seeing my curious expression, the Principal gestured for me to sit as well and then my heart stopped and pounded at the same time. Have you ever felt that, like you're going to faint from a rush of something?

Edward Cullen was sitting in his chair besides me, his head bowed as usual and a stricken expression on his face. Well, from what little face he was showing. My hands suddenly felt clammy and my nose seemed to develop an "I love Edward's scent" pattern as I, discreetly I hope, gulped the same cologne I had smelled before. Sandal wood and musk, a lethal combination. My knees felt weak and I would have probably swooned like a teenager, had I not remembered suddenly where I was.

Mr. Banner cleared his throat, as if sensing my turmoil.

"Miss Swan, I'm glad you don't have class until second period because there was something I wanted to talk to you about." he started ominously. I started to tremble. Had Edward sensed my emotions towards him and decided to share this information with Mr. Banner? Oh God, I could be in very serious trouble. Would I get fired? Banner interrupted my inner rambling.

"As you probably know, Edward has studied literature in Paris last summer. Is that right, Edward?"

"Yes, sir" He answered in a barely audible voice.

"Can you tell us more about it?" Banner asked with a gentle smile, to put him at ease, probably. I was then struck by two very different realizations: I wasn't in trouble, apparently and I was going to hear more of his gorgeous voice.

"Well", Edward cleared his throat as well. "I stayed there for two months and took literature classes in a French summer school. I had a great teacher who was passionate about French authors, especially the ones writing poetry like Baudelaire or Victor Hugo." He still spoke very low but toward the end of his tirade, I could hear his enthusiasm shining through the shyness.

"Would you say you're passionate about Baudelaire, Edward?" Mr. Banner asked.

"Yes sir. He's kind of a unique poet, very dark and sensual. His work is wonderful." Hearing Edward saying the word "sensual" made me feel suddenly very warm in places not appropriate to mention when you're in your boss' office.

"Miss Swan, what are your feelings about Mr. Baudelaire?"

"Well, I agree with what Edward said. He's a very deep and intriguing poet. He created quite a scandal in his time."

"Exactly!" Mr. Banner exclaimed. "I feel like we need to bring a little excitement to this goody-goody atmosphere we have around here. I think a project around Baudelaire, the French poets in general would be a great way to change our students' perspective about literature, especially foreign."

"That's a good idea, Mr. Banner. What are you suggesting?" I asked, a feeling of dread overwhelming me.

"Well, as both you and Mr. Cullen are both such literature lovers, why wouldn't you work on a project together? I'll leave the how and when entirely up to you. The ideal date of presentation would be of course during the month of June, before graduation."

I must have looked pretty comical. I wanted to laugh myself. My body felt like it went through a seizure or was struck by lightning. Working on a project with Edward, spending time with Edward, being with Edward on a regular basis, outside of class, alone. Did Mr Banner have any idea what he was asking of me? Not that I would be sacrificing myself but I was seriously afraid I would jump the poor guy and scar him for life. What was I going to say?

"Edward, what do you think?" my oblivious boss asked. Yes Edward, what do you think? What's going on inside this magnificent head of yours? I was officially crazy, folks.

My student did the one thing I wasn't expecting. He turned and looked at me. I was hit full force by the intensity of his eyes and the surreal beauty of his angular face. When he watched me like this, I completely forgot he was a teenager, that he was off limits and that I was a lunatic for wanting him. He looked like a man, the most gorgeous I had ever met and he looked resolved.

"I'm up for it if Miss Swan agrees". As if I wasn't already dead and lying, metaphorically of course, on Mr. Banner's red carpet, Edward gave me the coup de grâce with a timid smile, slightly crooked and sexier than any grin I could have seen in a movie. He was really something else.

I looked at him as well and subconsciously licked my lips, my mouth dry in proximity of the male deliciousness next to me. Edward's eyes bulged then and he seemed uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat.

"Miss Swan, are you interested?" Oh yes, very, you have no idea, boss.

I turned back to Mr Banner and with my most convincing smile, said "Yes, I'm in".

My fate was sealed.