Thankfully, the heat was on in the classroom, pushing the cold away, and Madelyn was beginning to thaw out. She extracted her MacBook from the briefcase and connected it to the smartboard. While typing in reminders for her students regarding test dates and a guest lecturer, she heard them begin to file in.

The smells that they carried with them were always intriguing. The aroma of coffee was primarily what wafted through the air, followed by colognes, perfumes, and fresh shampoos. It was a curiosity how that smell would vary as the week progressed. By Thursday, there would be increasing body odor; on Friday, the lingering scent alcohol and the odd whiff of smoke, cigarette or another kind, indicated that for some, the weekend had begun early. Always, there was the smell of coffee.

The classroom was set on an incline with the instructor at the lowest level. As students trudged up the ramp and filtered into their seats, Madelyn took a few deep breaths and prepared to lecture on demographic-based marketing. This lesson was going to culminate in small group projects. Once the room was settled, she began the lecture.

Most of her students this semester were attentive and engaged. Madelyn made every effort to relate the academic experience to what her pupils would encounter in the real world. Before the close of the hour, she explained that they were to be divided into working groups of five and assigned a target audience. Each audience would include randomly designated ages, genders, and socioeconomic backgrounds. Next, they would be assigned a product for which they would need to develop an advertising and marketing plan. Presentations would be made in front of the classroom and account for 25% of their semester grade. Groans from the around the room were audible.

"Alright, that's enough," she addressed the room of disgruntled students. Most of them were in their third year, working on degrees in business marketing. "This isn't a truly difficult assignment, but it is meaningful. Not only will you be creating a marketing strategy, but you will gain valuable experience working within a group dynamic. You can expect there to be some push and pull when your ideas don't align with the other's in your group; you will develop negotiating skills and practice the art of compromise. When the time comes to step in front of your peers and make your presentation, you will be gaining first-hand experience in making a sales pitch. This is good stuff, people!" Madelyn found that if she explained what the students were supposed to get out of a lesson, she was generally able to get their buy-in. She was, in fact, using a marketing strategy on them.

"Stop by my desk on the way out and grab the group assignment packet. It has all the info on the project requirements, grading and the groups you've been assigned to. You'll also find the public university email address for everyone in the class, so that you can make contact and set up times to meet. I'm dismissing class 15 minutes early so anyone with questions can visit with me now."

She leaned against the desk and fielded questions, both reasonable and ridiculous, about the assignment. The room eventually cleared with the exception of two boys. These were two of what she referred to as the 'hangers-on.' They had no purpose in mind other than to flirt. Today's quest was to get the young professor to agree to join them for a beer that evening under the guise of further discussion of the assignment.

Shaking her head and smiling, she said, "Sorry guys, I don't socialize with my students. Start a group email with your project partners and see if they might like to meet up. If you have more questions you may email me or see me during scheduled office hours." Having been summarily dismissed, the boys made their way, jostling and joking, toward the door.

Madelyn was gathering her things when she heard giggling in the hallway. Occasionally she missed being a 20-year-old co-ed goofing off in the corridors between classes. Exiting the doorway, she recognized a few of the girls from her class. In the center of their small group was a tall, curly-haired young man, wearing a tight t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. Although he had been naked during most of the time he had spent with her, she would have recognized that back anywhere.

"Ladies, I'll see you around. I think Professor Conroy might be available now, and that's who I came to see." He gave a little wave and turned to see Madelyn leaning against the doorframe of the lecture hall.

"Mr. Styles."

"Professor M."

The female students left in a huddle, shooting a few glances back at the pair in the now empty hall.

"I thought you might call at some point. I didn't expect to see you loitering outside my classroom. How did you find me?"

"Ah, Professor, your schedule is posted online, just like every other faculty member on campus. And I opted not to call you, because it would have been too easy for you to dismiss me." Oh, he had her there. She had definitely considered that as an option, although not a desirable one.

Harry took three paces forward. He was standing so near her now, that even in her heeled boots, she had to look up to maintain eye contact. One more pace and now either she remained chest to chest with him or stepped back into the classroom. She stepped back.

"What are you up to?" she asked as he closed the door.

"I needed to see you again." Another step forward. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." She stepped back.

Madelyn was leaning against the desk again, briefcase in her left hand. Where she had been terribly cold upon entering the classroom earlier, now she was overly warm. Another step forward.

He ducked his head down and spoke directly into her ear on a breath. "I haven't been able to think straight at all; I want you again so badly." His voice was like crushed velvet, soft and deep, but not quite even. He brushed his lips down her jaw and over her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip, then the top. "Kiss me." She did not. He bit her. His teeth tugging her lower lip between his. When she hissed at the shock, he pressed hard and slipped his tongue past her teeth. This garnered the response he desired.

Her mouth opened at the same time her hand did; dropping the briefcase to the floor, her fingers flew to his neck and up into his curls. He slid his palm, fingers splayed, down the side of her hip to the top of her knee where the leather boot cuffed. Pulling her thigh up slightly and wrapping it around his leg, he said, "I imagine you would look incredible in these boots without the tights, or anything else, for that matter." She moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it.

"What are you doing to me, Harry?" It was a rhetorical question. Wasn't it?

"I would like to do any number of things to you, Madelyn, but I probably shouldn't do them in your classroom," he smirked against her lips. "Let's do this right. Come out with me."

"What? Like a date?" It was difficult to think while his mouth was driving her truly mad and his hand was now caressing her ass. Her mind flashed to the sting of his palm against her flesh. Definitely unable to think clearly now.

"Yes, Professor. A date. That social thing that two people who are interested in each other do, you know? I come to your door, drive you someplace and we get to know each other while I try to keep my hands off of you. Maybe we could include some food and a bottle of wine. Ring any bells?"

"Um... is that what you want? I thought maybe this was something else to you." She waved her little hand around indicating the two of them.

Harry snatched up her hand, bringing it to his lips. "I do want something else. But not just the sex, which God knows, was fantastic. I want to know you, all of you. You asked what I was doing to you. What are you doing to me?" he turned the question on her. "Let's figure out the answers, yeah?"

Madelyn inhaled deeply, drawing in his cologne and the unique aroma that lingered on his skin. How could she say no?

"Okay. A date, then."

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