(Warning mature content)"Mrs Carter, I assure you I have no room for new students. Try Professor Tyson's class. Now if you'll excuse me" he turned his gaze back to the class.
"Oh no Mr Wilshire, This is not a student. No this is your new teaching assistant Miss Elliott."
There was suddenly wolf whistling and cheers from the students.
"ENOUGH!" He bellowed. His voice so loud i think it echoed through the entire school.
"Do we all need to have another lesson in respect for each other? I have the time people. Don't test me" he said in a deep voice as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.
There were quiet murmurs and then silence.
"That's what I thought. Reading quietly until further notice. Do I make myself clear?" He bellowed again loudly.
Every student suddenly had their head down turning pages.
Mr Whilshire turned his body towards us, his arms still crossed.
"Well ok then. I guess I'll leave the two of you to get acquainted shall I" she turned and scurried out of the room.
We stood there staring at each other. It was a very awkward silence. His eyes were still on me, I'm not even sure if he blinked.
He was a very attractive man. His brown hair long but styled up, his dark eyes were almost black under his long dark lashes. His glasses only made his eyes more of a feature on him. His skin was tanned to perfection and he defiantly worked out. His shirt hugging his muscular arms as he held them over his chest.
"Are you done looking at me Miss Elliott because I don't know about you but I have work to do" he said sternly.
I felt my face flush and my stance was suddenly awkward. I felt like I had just been told off by my dad.
I heard sniggers from the students. Great so much for respect.
He turned from me and walked to his desk.