Free Indecent by L. J. Anderson Page A

infuriatingly observant person in my life was enough. The last thing I needed was for young Mr. Davis to catch me ogling his defined chest, boyish half-smile, or the sharpness of his perfectly square-cut jaw.
    “What can I do for you, Mr. Davis?” I ‘d asked in an attempt to hide my arousal with irritation, my reply a bit more terse than I’d intended.
    “I just finished going through yesterday’s tests, and they’re ready for your review.” He didn’t seem as fazed as usual by my gruff attitude, though out of the corner of my eye, I did notice him straighten up, tightly clutching a stack of papers.
    “Thank you,” I told him, waving him away dismissively. I thought I’d done a pretty good job of expressing my desire to be rid of his tempting presence. If I was being honest with myself, I had to admit Kaleb was too good looking for his own good. Lately, he’d starred in quite a few of my fantasies. After each one, I felt that inevitable sense of self-loathing at the realization that my thoughts had, yet again, led me down a dangerous path.
    Harboring the desire to fuck a student, even if he was my TA, was bad enough. The fact that I had a stalker watching my every move made the situation infinitely worse. All I needed to lose my job was to be reported by that snoop for having inappropriate contact with a student.
    I was far more likely to be reported for indecent exposure, especially if Kaleb wore that emerald green button-up to class again. The last time he showed up to class wearing that thing, I just about rubbed myself raw, fucking my hand over and over to the memory of him sitting in the front row, his body leaning toward me, giving me a tempting glimpse of his nearly hairless chest...
    Fuck. Now is not the time to be fantasizing, especially since we’ll be sharing the same air for the next hour.
    Needing a distraction, I was seconds away from poring over my note again. At least until I realized Kaleb hadn’t left. He was still standing there, watching me, his handsome face a mask of indiscernible emotion. Our eyes locked, and I was immediately disarmed, unable to look away from his piercing gaze.
    Naked: I felt so goddamn naked and exposed that I had to fight the urge to look down at myself to make sure I wasn’t. The feeling was familiar, aching, inflaming my body, stiffening my cock. It was like reading that first note all over again, but more, compounded by the intensity of Kaleb’s penetrating stare.
    What I am doing? He’s a student!
    With great effort, I somehow managed to look away, breaking the connection.
    “Did you need something else?” My word were preceded by the awkward sound of my throat-clearing reflexively.
    “Um, guess not. You just seem a bit anxious.”
    You seemed anxious. The subtle resemblance to the comment at the end of this afternoon’s note caused my eyes to widen slightly before narrowing, drawing my brows together in concentrated suspicion.
    Is Kaleb my stalker?
    “I’m fine,” I replied, keeping an even tone, though inside, my emotions were undulating wildly—wavering between disbelief and excitement, anger and arousal. I didn’t know what to feel.
    Kaleb shifted from foot to foot, nervously rocking on his heels again. He looked away, unable to hold his composure under the pressure of my intense stare.
    “Okay...well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Professor,” he muttered before turning toward the door and shuffling out as quickly as he could.
    Maybe Kaleb wasn’t the one leaving them after all. He seemed so timid and sweet, while the guy who who had left those notes was self-assured and confident. Smug.
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    When I stepped through the doors of my lecture hall the following morning, my eyes sought the desk, wondering whether or not today’s letter had been delivered. I’d already stopped by my faculty mailbox, holding my breath as I shuffled through each piece of correspondence. I wondered if I’d find the most recent report of my inappropriate