When you first found out that the Bette Porter was going to be the Dean of the School of Arts at your university, California University, you were ecstatic. After all, she had been one of your inspirations in life since you were young. Who wouldn’t admire a strong, independent, biracial woman who not only publicly came out but used her Ivy League education to make waves in the art world. So yeah, you were a fangirl, but not a stalker. Even if you had gone to see her give a presentation every now and again.

The point was, you signed up for Bette’s guest lectures on campus immediately. And god, was she hot. But she had never noticed you, so you didn’t try to act on those silly feelings. However, when Bette’s TA position opened up, you jumped at the opportunity. You’d shown up with tons of other students and interviewed with Bette. Though she hadn’t noticed you before, your tenacity and work ethic stood out to her. You were one of the top grad students in the department, not to mention talented. It was your knowledge of Bette, her career, and your knowledge of art and poetry that helped land you the job.

You and Bette clicked instantly. She often joked that it was like you could read her mind, because you often finished her sentences. Any part piece she’s requested from you, you nailed. You were in perfect sync. And with the incredible synergy between the two of you came the inevitable: an inexplicable attraction. Women seemed to always gravitate towards Bette and when she was single, and sometimes even when she wasn’t, she would often take the bait. But you were a student, regardless of you being an adult, and you were so much younger. She tried to brush it off.

Bette leaned against the doorway to her office, watching you work. Or more specifically, watching the way you chewed your pen and the flex of your thighs when you crossed your legs in that skirt. God, she was so far gone. Tina was having fun. Why couldn’t she? “{{user}}, can you come here, please? I want you to look at something.”