The Scholarship

Chapter 1

I was late! No-no. NOT that kind of late but late as in 'I was racing down the hallway trying to get to the lecture hall I was supposed to be at' late. Aaaand I need to be there, I looked down at my wrist watch, like now. I had a timed quiz that was required to take in order to attend. Not required but more like mandatory. This college was seriously stricked.

Turning the corner and finding the blond wood door that I needed, I peeked into the little square window and glanced inside.

Good. People were still sitting down. I could easily blend in if I was to sneak in now... just as long as the professor was busy- my mouth dropped and my eyes widened when I found him.

Holy-moly!

He was tan. No-no-no, he was golden bronze with dark eyes and killer lips. I moved closer to the window as I shamlessly watched him talk to the class about something. He turned around so his back was towards me and I took my opportunity, opening the door and then slipping inside. I hurried to the closest empty seat in the second row and snagged it before the click of the door sounded.

The professor turned with a paper in hand looking towards the door before taking inventory of all of us. As his eyes search the room his mouth pressed as if he was upset that someone got by him without reprimand. Then his eyes found me and my head went down trying to look neutral the best I could.

Everyone seemed to be quiet wondering what he was going to do but he just started calling out names.

I listened to his voice as he did roll call and I swear it was smooth as freshly cooled carmel. I peeked up looking at his lips when he spoke. Would he taste the same as he sounded? I sighed, wondering. When classmates would respond with a 'here' the gorgeous professor would glanced up, looking for the person. His mouth stayed pressed downward in a serious manor. Would those lips ever tilt upwards?

I watched him as my thoughts turned back to my real worry. I know he had seen me. He must have. He knows I snuck in. I was relieved that he didn't say anything. Maybe I was going to get a free pass just this once-

"Harley Young?" His masculine voice vibrated. Crap. I took my gaze from his fine lips to his dark chocolate eyes. They were hard as they searched for me but when I called out "here" and he turned my way, they melted. With lust? I hoped. With anger? Hoped not.

His lips tilted upwards and Oh my word, It was sigh worthy.

He kept his gaze on me for a minute to long before he nodded and moved to call out the next person. The air I held in my lungs left me and I lowered my gaze. My professor was going to be a problem because I wanted to get into trouble... with him.