"Elena? Are you okay in there?" A concerned Johnathan knocks on the door. We immediately stop. He stops what he is doing and steps back. His tie and hair is a mess. I automatically fix his hair, suit and tie. I take the tissue out of my bag and wipe the lipgloss that was smeared on his lips.
He pulls my skirt down back to its previous space. Takes my hair and fixes it as well as my shirt. I fix my lipgloss as well.
"Yesh, I'm coming." After taking a deep breath I open the door, praying that John doesn't notice the mess I am. He nods in Johns direction and walks out. Before he leaves he reminds me.
"We'll continue this discussion later during our consultation." He states turns around and leaves.
Oh my gosh, what the fuck just happened?. He doesn't know that I'm the masked ballerina so all my advances actually paid off. All the 6 months of dressing up for him to failing my tests just to get his attention worked. Tonight I'm going to tell him.
"Are you sure you are okay?" John asks, snapping me back to reality.
"Ye...yes. Lets go." He nods and we walk to the food court. We spend the rest of the day attending the remaining classes. I wish John goodbye. He suggests that he can stay behind and wait for me but I politely decline. He finally left after some convincing. I would've accepted his offer to wait for me but, today I don't think the consultation will be short.
I rush to his office then knock on the door. Anticipation rising every second.
"Come in." I open the door and close it behind me. I finally turn around to look at him. This time his suit jacket is off. Two buttons of his dress shirt are undone. He looks up from the book he is reading: "The Love Hypothesis" by Ali Hazelwood. Hah, what a coincidence.
"A student and her professor navigating their fake relationship that unexpectedly blossoms into real feelings... Doesn't this feel relatable Elena?" He asks, gently placing the book down and leans back in his chair focusing on me. He finally calls my name. I like... No... Love how he says it. I nod.
He gets up from his chair and walks towards me slowly, each step deliberate and measured. I am still standing beside the door, my heart pounding in my chest as he approaches. My breath catches in my throat as soon as he stands right in front of me, his presence commanding and intense. I can smell his usual cologne, a heady mix of sandalwood and spice, enveloping me, driving me crazy.
He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from mine, close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my skin. His hand rests gently on the door behind me, not for support, but as a subtle, possessive gesture. His eyes, intense and piercing, lock onto mine, holding me captive in their depths.
"I know why you've been purposely failing my classes," he murmurs, his voice a low, sultry purr that sends shivers down my spine. "You wanted my attention all along. Well now you have it. All of it."
I can't help but let my gaze drift to his lips, full and inviting, promising a world of forbidden pleasures. As I lock eyes with him once more, I see a spark of amusement and a hunger that mirrors my own. The tension between us is palpable, a charged atmosphere that crackles with unspoken desire and a hint of something more primal.
"I've been waiting for you to notice," I reply, my voice a breathless whisper, laced with a flirtatious edge. "And now that you have, I'm not sure what to do with all this... attention."
He chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that vibrates through me, making my knees weak. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," he says, his fingers tracing a slow, tantalizing path down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "And I'm more than willing to show you exactly what I have in mind."
The air between us is thick with anticipation, the promise of something wild and untamed. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, the power in his touch.
He leans in closer, his lips almost brushing against mine, the anticipation building to a fever pitch. "You're drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice a low, husky growl that sends shivers of desire coursing through my body.
I smile, a slow, seductive curve of my lips, my eyes locked on his. "Good," I whisper, my breath hot against his skin. "Because you have the same effect on me. I can't stop thinking about you, about us, about what we could be."
Just as he's about to close the distance between our lips, a sharp, insistent ringtone pierces the air, shattering the intimate moment. He freezes, his eyes widening slightly as he pulls back, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone. I watch as he checks the caller ID, and I see the moment his expression changes, the hunger in his eyes replaced by a mix of guilt and resignation.
"It's my wife," he says, his voice tight, the words hanging heavy in the air between us. He looks at me, a silent apology in his eyes, before moving me to the side, stepping out of the office answering the call. "Hello?" Closing the door behind him. Leaving me alone in the office.
I stand there, my heart racing, my body still throbbing with unfulfilled desire. I look around the office. Books, certificates, empty mugs and his laptop that was open and unlocked. Curiosity gets the best of me. I always wondered why he is always glued on his laptop whenever I come for consultation. Maybe he has a nude picture of me. I wouldn't mind if he does.
I quickly move around the desk then check his laptop. There was nothing unusual. Just files, documents, pictures of his wife and kids and more.
"Ting." A message comes from the laptop. It is from a person named Rafael. I press it out of curiosity. It was a cheque of 2 500 000 dollars. I scroll further and a message from him enters again. What he says next disgusts me to the core but, at the same time scares me. What if I become the next victim?