Chapter 12 I Did It With My Professor 2

• I have never been this confident before. Confident that the man I've dreamt about, thought about, even in broad daylight wanted me as much as I wanted him. The following week, I spent my time trying to look good as I prepared for class. I mean I always looked good, but this time I tried harder to look better. I wore a tight dress, curled my hair, applied a little make-up as I grabbed my bag and my jacket before I left my dorm. Anyone who knew me would know something was up with me. I didn't dress like this except I was planning on storming parties with my friends. But today was special. Today was the day I planned on making those wishes with my professor to come alive.
• I was early that day. Why? Because I planned on sitting on the very first roll of seats and that way he could get a clearer view of me. And just like I imagined, the front seats weren't occupied so I sat down. Professor Hamilton was yet to come. I pulled out my earphones and plugged them inside my ear. That was the easiest way to avoid conversation with any of my classmates. It took a while before professor Hamilton gallivanted inside the classroom. He was dressed in a grey dress shirt and black slacks. God, just the sight of him made me wet. I didn't bother to wear panties today. I wanted him to have a clear view of what he was having.
• Hamilton walked to the podium, dropped his bag on the desk. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He wrote today's topic on the board and turned to look at his students. His eyes zoomed around the classroom, looking for me—I was sure now. He frowned when he didn't see me. Accidentally, his eyes fell on me on the front row and he was surprised. I winked at him and he cleared his throat. He was surprised at my new look and I could tell he was pleased.