A visiting professor can’t help sampling the local student body.

Last year I worked as a visiting professor at a foreign university. As part of my position, I was assigned my own student research assistant. It should go without saying that having sex with one’s assistant was a definite no-no.

But Katrina was my Kryptonite. She had sharp, perfectly sculpted cheekbones, sparkling blue eyes, and bubble-gum pink lips that curved into a perfect Cupid’s bow that begged to be kissed. She was gorgeous — lithe and delicate with curves in all the right places.

As hard as I tried to keep my thoughts about Katrina innocent and pure, sex seemed inevitable. Every conversation featured a subtle undercurrent of flirtation. It was a dangerous tightrope we both seemed determined to walk.