We bump into my nemesis.

I crashed right into a woman carrying a stack of papers. The stack went flying everywhere and the woman carrying them fell over on her side as I doubled over on my butt.

I raised myself up and rushed to her aid. "Oh! I am so sorry!" I froze as I realized just who I toppled over right before helping her up.

She hastily took my hands. "Geez! Watch where you're go..." She trailed off just as soon as she got a good look at the naked man in her presence. Her eyes fixated on my penis then shot right up to my reddening face. The woman I just knocked over was none other than my most hated colleague, Professor Carlene Suther from the Biology department. The very first day we met, I criticized her teaching methods, declared how useless she was at teaching her own course, and lectured her on how inappropriate her outfit was for a school environment. Needless to say I did not care for her much and she certainly did not care for me.

What was she doing here!?

Prof. Suther's look of surprise turned into one of impish delight as she straightened herself.

"My, Prof. Finn," her devilish eyes raked my naked body as she refused to let go of my hands. Crap, I was still hard from when Bridget fondled my backside earlier. "I have to say, your choice of wear is entirely inappropriate for a school environment."

I gulped. She pretty much parroted the same thing I said to her when I saw her in a tube top and faded jeans. Today she was in a halter top, daisy dukes, and heels yet I was the one who was the most unacceptably dressed right now. Ah, irony.

I shook away her hands. "Let me explain!"

Without a warning, Prof. Suther pulled out her phone and flashed a picture of me about a second before I covered myself. "I wonder what the dean will do about this?" She was grinning from ear to ear as she flashed more pictures. "Oh you are so going to get fired for this you jackass! Then we'll see who's teaching methods are 'sub par at their best' as you once said to me!"

My face was like a chili pepper as I lifted my leg turning to the side while cupping my privates. FLASH!

"The dean already knows Professor." Bridget stepped in. "It was Myra who commissioned Avery to be the new model for the art class. He will be filling in for the previous model's term." Her face was solemn and her tone was even.

"Wait a minute," Suther lowered her phone "You wouldn't happen to be referring to Delia's class would you? The one down the hall?"

"The very same." Bridget nodded.

Suther took a moment as if she were working through some big conundrum. What was she thinking? Her impish smile returned. "That's...so...wonderful!"

What?

Suther walked past me swatting me on the butt when she got behind me. SLAP! I nearly doubled over again. "Well I better not make you late for this super fun class Professor Finn." Her devious smile unnerved me "I just came out of a short meeting with Delia. She is really looking forward to seeing you. I can't wait til we meet again." She waved goodbye as she clicked away in her heels.

That was strange.

What was she doing with Professor Sands anyway? And why did she just let me go so easily? I know she still hates me.

Bridget pulled me in for a hug. "Don't worry, like I told you before, I am not going to let you get fired." She buried her face in my bare chest sniffing the lavender coming off my muscles. "We are not done having fun yet." Bridget took my arm and escorted me down the hall without further incident. She leaned in close enough to hear my heart flutter as I maintained my blush.

We finally make it to the art class.