I had him for a class last semester, but when Lexi and I walk in together, she lets out a low whistle. He’s pretty sexy, I must admit, but I’m not the type of girl to sleep with a professor. Lexi, on the other hand …“Why did no one tell me about Hotstuff?” she complains as we take seats in the back. “Honestly, I didn’t even think about it. I’ve been a little preoccupied, you know,” I mutter, noticing she hasn’t taken her eyes off Hotstuff, not one time. “Well, I get that,” she sighs, and I have to wonder if she’s even paying any attention at all. “Fuck, Red – he’s a tall glass of perfection.”I roll my eyes, but the name is growing on me. “Keep your dick in your pants. He’s not about to ruin his career by dating a student.”She sighs. “You’re probably right about that.” She flits her eyes to me. “Did you just tell me to put my dick away?”“Damn right, I did. Stop acting like a horny guy and get it together. We’re in the south. That means we’re graceful and sweet, and all that bullshit.
