The rain had just started, and Alix swore loudly. How could someone be so stupid? She thought. She forgot to bring her umbrella, and guess what? She totally forgot to wear her bra. Now her nipples were hard as mountain peaks, and visible under her white t-shirt.
She cringed.
She only hoped that Professor Charles was busy scolding her, telling her how stupid she was, and didn't notice her two little black pebbles. But, who was she kidding? That man was just looking for an opportunity to belittle her, like a starved dog looking for a piece of meat. Jesus. What did she do in her previous life to deserve his wraith?
She didn't want to be late on top of being clumsy. She ran to his office.
His door was closed. Please God, she prayed; let Satan's mood be good today.
She slowly opened the door, and saw the devil incarnate bent over his laptop, typing furiously.
Fuck! Alix thought, he looked like someone who had a bad hair day. His tie was loosened, and his usually gelled golden-brown hair looked like a mess. Not that it made him look any less hot.
He looked up, when he heard his door creak.
"Why the fuck are you so late? Have you finally forgotten how to see time?" He asked, his voice laden with venom.
"Ass", Alix muttered under his breath.
"Stop cursing--", he looked up from his laptop, and his jaw clenched.
Shit! He totally noticed my nipples. She thought.
"Come and show me your paper." He said.
She handed it to him, biting her lips.
If it was possible his jaw clenched even more, and he crumpled the paper.
"This is the second time you're giving me this paper, and still you couldn't finish it." He said and threw the paper. "I am going to show you how to do it, after that you're sitting here and completing this."
Alix sighed. She took a chair and placed it beside his.
For the next fifteen minutes he told her millions of formulas, and their application. She wanted to bang her forehead on the table.
She never sat so close to him, and now she was distracted by how handsome he was. He looked like a sculpted Greek God.
All the exterior beauty had an ugly interior. What a waste! She thought and shook her head.
"Now do it on your own, and don't make any mistakes." With that he walked out his office.
Finally! She could breathe now.
She looked around his office, but there was nothing. Her top was half drenched, and she was starting to feel uncomfortable. But still, she pushed away all her thoughts, and started solving the problems.
Some time later, she heard the low raspy voice of her Professor near her ear. "That's wrong".
She shivered. She hadn't even heard him entering his office.
He bent over, and took the pen from her. He started solving. His front pressed her back, and she was forced to lean forwards. She was caged between his arms.
She couldn't decipher half of the things he was saying. God, he smelled so good.
He leaned more to her, and in return she was forced to do the same.
