Eyes For You- Elvis Presley Fanfiction (Discontinued)

Call Me Elvis

"You're violating my dress code. I don't allow capris or sweatshirts in my class."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Presley. It won't happen again."

The strangest thing happened next as she watched his expression soften, and he flashed a small white smile up at her. "Thank you, Claire. And please, call me Elvis. No need for formalities."

She felt quite confused at this sudden shift in his behavior considering how uptight he had been for the past hour. "B- but you said for us to call you Mr. Presley and nothing more." She spoke quietly

He leaned back in his rather comfortable leather chair and brushed a hand over his shiny hair, that smile still stuck on his face. "You don't have to. Everyone else does. But tell me, Claire. Are you busy tomorrow by any chance?"

"Y- yes. I have my Journalism and Statistic classes tomorrow."

"I see....well how about we meet up afterwards? I can swing by your dorm, grab some dinner."

"I don't think that would be a good idea, and I have an apartment that's twenty minutes from here." She fiddled with a corner of the book she had taken off of his desk

"It's no trouble..." He gently grabbed her by the waist, catching her off guard to say the least

Claire bit her lip as she glanced down at his hands, squirming slightly when she felt him move his hands to her ass. God. Her sexy Professor was making a move on her and she was enjoying it more than she should

"So, is it a date?" He lowly growled, staring up a her seductively

Claire exhaled ever so softly as to not show him any signs of being flustered. "Mr.- I mean, Elvis, this is very risky and I don't want you to lose your job. Not to mention I have no idea how old you even are." She shimmied his hands off of her waist incase a fellow faculty member would see Elvis flirting with her

A hearty laugh rumbled up from his throat and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm twenty four. Is that a problem, honey?" He raised his pencil thin eyebrows up a tad

Damn. He was in her playing field. "N- no..."

"Good. How old are you?" He smirked playfully

"T- twenty. I'll be turning twenty one next week." She felt foolish for letting that last detail slip out but she clearly wasn't thinking straight in his presence

"I see. Well, if you won't come to me then I'll come to you."

"You can't be serious."

"As serious as a heart attack."

Claire wrote down her address for him after being hesitant at first, kicking herself for how weak and small of a person she was for not telling him off. He picked up the slip of paper and tucked it away in his pants pocket, winking. "Have a good day, Claire." His voice carried over her ears as she left the room to go on to her Business Management class

It had been one roller coaster of a ride for Claire the next day. She couldn't get Elvis out of her head and the conversation they had the day before. It was late in the evening, she was sitting on the couch doing a bit of studying and had the tv on for background noise. She got up at hearing a knock coming from the front door and was quick in answering it, Elvis smiling at Claire and holding a box of pizza and dressed to impress. He wore a plain old white button down shirt with a suit jacket and wore the same socks and shoes he had on the day before. "Hey there, gorgeous."

"Come in." Claire blushed at his flirtatious ways and stood aside, her heart fluttering when he brushed past her on the way into her apartment. She closed the door and offered to take his grey suit jacket off to which he politely declined