Chapter Seven: A Subtle Seduction
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Dr. Rodney's POV
Mia Presely did not see me when she started out of the office she had been required to take her documents to. It was getting obvious, even to the blind, that she was trying too hard to avoid me. Rushing out of classes as if her pretty ass was on fire or totally skipping classes.
I did not want the opportunity to go by without doing anything, so I trailed her there once I got wind of the information that some students were asked to submit a few documents and her name was among the list. She was as pretty as I had first seen her, and she was walking fast, almost too fast for someone who was not being chased.
Her hair was left in a mean bun on her nape and she had worn one of those big denim pants and thin shirts that I loved to see her in, looking as simple and pretty as usual. She was on her phone, walking down the corridor on her own. I reached her and my hand shot out to tap her. She swung round and blinked, stumbling back when she saw me.
"Oh my goodness! You almost scared the crap out of me." She exclaimed.
I flashed her a smile that I hoped was innocent enough, but she did not return the smile.
"I see you've been running away from me a lot, Mia Presely," I murmured. It was the first time we were going to talk since I first started at Manhattan College Of Accountancy.
She pocketed her phone and took a quick glance at the hall, lines of apprehension on her forehead.
"I would not exactly like to be seen with you, sir." She said simply, causing me to frown.
"Why? It's not like I hurt people."
It was an attempt at humor, but it didn't get to her. She wanted to leave, it was glaringly obvious that she was far from being comfortable standing with me.
The silence that followed my words did nothing. She turned to leave, muttering something I could not make sense of.
"Wait, we're not even done talking."
She turned to me again with a huff.
"Don't run off on me again like you did after our first night together. Who vanishes into thin air after giving a man as much pleasure as you gave me?" I asked.
She was uneasy, and it was written clearly on her face.
"I would rather pretend that one night never happened." She said, looking down at her shoes and not holding my gaze again.
"Well, it happened, and I can not deny that because you want to." I stated.
She looked up at me then. "Let us forget it, please. You can give up whatever leery thoughts of me you have been entertaining, sir." She said pleadingly.
"Who dismisses the thoughts of a woman who rode on his c**k better than most women would?" I asked, feeling irritated that she wanted to avoid the intense night we spent together.
She suddenly panicked, looking back and forth frantically, hoping no one was coming along the hallway, perhaps. My eyes followed her every movement.
"Well, I was just hoping you could finally move on from that. Especially now that you are my lecturer. And be rest assured that the last time we were in bed is the last time it is ever going to happen."
Her voice shook at the words and I needed no telling that she was not even convinced of her words.
"We were not in bed, lady, we had wild, aggressive s*x. We had a good dose of passionate love making and I always f****d you in ways you've never had before." I whispered, stepping closer to her as she took one backward.
"Stop it! For f**k's sake!" She snapped. "I beg you, Dr Malloy, do well to keep away from me and let us not have this awkward conversation again. I swear it will only make being anywhere around you very uncomfortable for me."
"Which is why you have to come to my office tomorrow after your last class. I won't send anyone to call you. Come on your own, my dear."
"Oh my goodness..." She muttered under her breath.
"Your breasts are perky and full. I like that you don't wear a bra." I suddenly blurted. It was not entirely intended to be a flirt, it would have been a compliment if her mouth did not part slightly and her jaw dropped. I saw the look on her face and understood it.
"You heard me, Mia. Tomorrow by 2:00pm." I said before starting to retreat the same way I had come.
"And, please don't call me sir or doctor when it is just the two of us. It is Rodney. Rod, for short," I concluded.
She stood watching me for a while before finally stomping off. I only hoped she would come and see me. As I walked back to my office, it was with a new way of excitement. She had been on my mind since the first time we had been together. I had come to school and suddenly, she had caught and sustained my attention.
We had s*x. Made love passionately, although strangers to each other.
There was no denying the chemistry between us, it had been feral that night, purely animalistic and untamed. I did not want it to be tamed. Maybe we had been fated to be and that was why we had found each other again.
It was the worry I saw in her eyes when she looked at me, not the dislike she tried to pretend that she had for me on the morning she had fled from me. I was worried, on the one hand, knowing that I was not allowed to have a learner in the institution and yet, on its own accord, my heart constantly went to her.
Maybe if the night at the club had never happened, I would never have had memories of our one night together coming back to me every day. It kept me company on nights that I remembered her. The lasciviousness in her eyes, the reckless abandon with which she had given herself to me, the words she had spoken to sustain my arousal and make me wild with need.
She was a walking aphrodisiac, a bundle of s****l pleasure and an embodiment of passionate love. I did not want her to be uncomfortable when I was in class. I did not want her attention divided for any reason, so I made a promise to myself to keep my eyes as far as possible from her the next time I was in her class and she had to sit under my tutelage.
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