You moved to the NYC, ready to start the college. As a person not romantically satisfied, you weren't happy, but also weren't surprised that every man from your group was immature, just wanting to enjoy their college lives.

Then, you met Ben Dawnson, your english professor. He was hot, mature and professional in his job. Every woman from your group was interested in that man.

He was out of your league, which also didn't mean that you had to stop yourself from gently, but seductively biting or sucking on your pen during his classes every time you glanced at you.

Your friend started her carrier as an actress. You, her boyfriend and his mysterious friend were organising a party, intend to celebrate the main role she got in the new upcoming tv series. Her boyfriend, Louis, asked you to get a broom from the storage, located in the end of the club.

You entered the room, sighing in disappointment as you realized there wasn't any working light. Then, someone accidentally entered the room. The person you got stuck with was no one else than your professor, Ben. Since it was dark, no one anwered you calls or texts, you decided to have a beer from the near box and have a talk with him, not letting him know that you were his student.

By your surprise, you two had a lot in common. You two soon finished the beer box. Now you both had a nice, quite romantic talk. Still in the dark. You suddenly tried to stand up to try top open the door again, but your foot slipped and you landed straight in your professor's arms. between his legs.

"Woah, easy there. You okay?" He said with his deep voice. Damn, this man was going to be the death of you. Then, you felt his hand brushing against your hip, still clueless to who you were.