Standing in front of the classroom door, Emma kept thinking about all the ways this could go wrong. But then again, she was only asking him if she could get some extra credit. No big deal about that, or was there? She shook herself physically, trying to ease her nerves.

She was going to go in, walk up to his desk, where Mr. Jones would be sitting, ask him politely if she could get an extra assignment for extra credit, he would answer, she would thank him politely for his time, no matter if he said yes or no, she would go outside and go home and study.

'Okay I can do this.' She said to herself out load as she knocked on the door and pushed it open. And yes, there he was, in all his beautiful glory, sitting at the desk, her drop-dead-gorgeous art teacher, seemingly marking papers.

'Ah Emma. To what do owe the pleasure of your visit?' instantly a blush crept up her cheeks at his words.

'I, uhm, came to ask you something.' She said quickly before her voice could fuck up.

'And tell me, what is that thing you wish to ask me, miss Swan?'

'Well, my grades haven't been very well lately,' She started fumbling with the zipper of her coat a little as she spoke

'I have noticed, is there any reason why that's so?'

'Well the subject wasn't really my thing and I had some issues with my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, that is.'

'I see.'

'So I wondered if I could do something to get some extra credits? I'll do anything, I'll do another project or I'll even clean the entire campus if needed! Getting this degree means a lot to me and I can't afford to not get it.

'I see.' He crossed his arms on his desk and thought for a moment. 'Well, I can't just give you another assignment, I would have to put a lot of work in making one first. But I do have something more on the short term that you could help me out with and you could immediately make some money with it too.'

Emma frowned, earning extra credits ánd earning money, that's perfect, she thought. 'I'll do it.'

Mr. Jones chuckled lightly, a deep sound that shook Emma in her core, distracting her from what Mr. Jones was saying, so she had to ask him to repeat himself when she realised his mouth was moving but she hadn't heard a thing.

'As I was saying, you might want to let me finish, this is not something you just want to jump into, maybe.' She shifted a little, what the hell was he thinking about her doing. 'The thing is, I need a model, for my far advanced class. Our previous model got a well-paying job in NYC, so she obviously took off. It would be absolutely amazing if you could do this for that class.'

He looked her in the eyes from under the hair that fell in front of his eyes, hopeful. At first she wasn't sure if she was going to do it as she was kind of insecure about how she looked, but as she looked at Mr. Jones face her doubt was wiped away in an instant.

'I'll do it.'

'Okay that's great! I hope you do understand that even though you'll start with wearing clothes, you would at some point need to pose, well, naked.' He checked to see her reaction, not sure if he crossed a line right there.

'I, uh, I think that's okay? Yeah, that's okay.' She smiled reassuringly at him as the full force of what she just agreed on sinks in. She just agreed to pose, naked at some point, for an art class, where her art teacher would also be.

He smiled back at her, unaware of her internal struggle. 'That's great, then I'll send you the specifics of where and when etcetc.'

She frowned, 'Wouldn't you need like my phone number or email?'

'You're right, wait I'll write both of them down for you and if you do the same, we can always reach each other, without having to be dependent on the other to lay the first contact.' He smiled innocently, but it caused Emma's stomach to do a couple of somersaults.

As Mr. Jones wrote down his phone number and email Emma stared at him, taking the little time to take in every feature of his handsome face. When he looked up she quickly averted her eyes, pretending to stare at a painting on the wall behind him.

She took the note he handed her and wrote her own number and email down and handed it to him. When she wanted to put his note in her back she noticed something else written on it; 'Killian'. She looked up at him in question.

'Oh sorry, that's my first name, if you want you can call me by that. Mr. Jones seems so serious. So, you know, just call me Killian.' He smiled warmly at her.

'Sure.' He seemed happy at that, which left her with the need to add, 'Mr. Jones.' And smiled mischievously.

I'm cramming a lot of the original in one chapter, so the chapters won't be as short as before. sadly this will mean it will take more time to write a chapter.