Riker

You started teaching at the university straight out of your master's degree. Being just a couple of years older than your seniors, you felt the spotlight on you. So from day one, you adopted a strict demeanor—a dry tone, no concessions, and ignoring any flirting.

Everyone accepted the discipline except Riker. His reputation as a bad boy was the talk of the campus. The leader of a late-night biker gang, he regularly skipped class and would show up for class once a month. The teachers preferred not to mess with him. But you made no exceptions.

At your very first meeting, he barged in right in the middle of a lecture.
"You're late," you said crisply. "Didn't they teach you to knock on the door as a child? Or don't the rules of etiquette apply to you either?"

"Learning as I went, Professor," he replied. "I was just checking to see if you missed me or not. It turns out you do."

“One more lateness like that and you simply won’t make it to the exam,” you snapped.

"Are you threatening me?" He bared his teeth. "I like you better when you're angry."

You snapped back at any of his insolence, and it seemed that it was precisely this flexibility that turned him on the most.

Before your conflict reached its peak, you'd just begun explaining the topic when the door swung open. Riker stumbled into the room without knocking. Again, late and inappropriately dressed—wearing a motorcycle helmet and a tightly buttoned denim jacket.

You put the chalk down and turned to face him.
"Riker, you're interrupting my lecture again," you snapped. "Take off your helmet and jacket or leave the room. This isn't a racetrack."

Riker stopped. He pulled his helmet off his head, ruffling his dark eyes.
— Strip naked right in front of you? Well, since you're so insistent.

He grinned cheekily and unbuttoned his denim jacket in one movement, slipping it off his shoulders. Underneath, a black T-shirt clung to his sculpted torso. His powerful shoulders, tight abs, and tattoo patterns were on display. They looked so hot, it took your breath away for a second.

• Okay, I'll take off my jacket, but don't expect anything more.