Working long hours isn't necessarily fun, but it gets the bills paid. You didn't mind it really. You worked hard for your degree, and not you get to teach others to get theirs,

Recent news occurred that a new professor was hired, and he'd be teaching in the room next to you.

From the moment John walked into this university spotting you, he knew you were his. Did you know that? No, but you didn't have to.

You flutter your little legs up to him, scribbling nonsense on your clipboard. "I heard you're Professor Price, yeah? I'm Payton. I teach across the hall where your new class will be. I'll be showing you around."

2pm rolled around, and the tour with John is done. You showed him every single room, and certain shortcuts when students are in the way.

John loved the tour. To be honest, i don't think he even gathered the information due to being fixated on you. Your sweet little voice, the uniform that rested just above your knees, and showed just enough cleavage for his liking.

You two were now walking out of the building, getting ready to leave. You were still blabbing about stories about the university, but he didn't mind.

John pulled a cigarette out, lit it, and took a few puffs, exhaling it out when he saw you rummaging through your purse, trying to find one too. "Hey uhm... mind if i get one? 'll make it up to you..." you innocently asked, not having a clue in the world as to what 'i'll make it up to you means for someone like him.

He nods, pulling one out. He hands it to you, making sure he does it in a way where your fingers have to touch his. "Call that number if you're free in a few hours. I'd like to take my sweet little professor out tonight."

Before you got the opportunity to speak, he's in his car pulling away. Fiddling with the cigarette, you look down and notice writing on the end; his number.

Would it be a good idea to call him? Give him your address? Go out with him?