I followed him into the kitchen. "And she's the one who buys you juice boxes?"
"Mhm. She's a keeper." He opened up the fridge. "How about a bagel?"
"That sounds perfect."
He grabbed a bag of bagels out of the fridge and pulled two out. I watched him slice them and put them in the toaster. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Do you have any orange juice?"
"That I do." He poured us each a glass.
"So I was thinking a little about my speech. And I'm not really sure what to talk about this time. Usually I was flirting with you or losing my mind. I guess I should just do something normal for once?"
"I wouldn't worry about it too much." He winked at me.
"I haven't even thought about a topic yet, though."
"Certainly you'll get an A. You're sleeping with your professor, after all."
"What happened to no perks?"
"Well, Miss Taylor. That concept kind of flew out the window when I fell in love with you."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." He grabbed our bagels and some cream cheese.
"Maybe I should give detailed instructions on how to seduce your professor."
He took a bite out of his bagel. "You didn't seduce me. I seduced you."
"No way. Short skirts, my best push up bra, uncalled for texts, and my unbelievably illicit answers in class seduced the crap out of you."
"I had you right where I wanted you."
I believed him. I may have flirted my way closer to him, but he was always one step ahead of me. He even gave me a fake grade to make me storm into his office.
"So what do you usually do after breakfast?"
"Go to class."
"What other classes do you teach?"
"I teach that grad class twice a week. And I have a few 300 and 400 level marketing courses."
"That's vague. Tell me what the 300 level ones are and I'll try to sign up for one next semester."
"You probably shouldn't take any more of my classes."
"But I like taking your classes. It means I get to stare at you the whole time."
"Which is very distracting."
"You seriously don't want me to take your marketing classes?"
"Well, I was thinking about it. And I think after this semester it really would be best if we disclosed our relationship to the dean. Maybe after winter session? That way your Comm grade won't be in jeopardy."
"Which means I can't take any more of your classes?"
