Forbidden Temptations

First day at work 2

I stay silent, I feel like I'm inbetween heaven and hell, incapable of deciding.

He takes advantage of my silence, a devilish smile curling the corners of his mouth before tightening the hold he has on the nape of my neck. I shiver under his dominating aura.

All I can think about he how beautiful he is.

Before I can progress it, he crushes his mouth to mine. And I succumb.

I moan, lost in the bliss as I weaves his tongue around mine. His kisses are everything I expect them to be. It's passionate. Possessive. Above all, it's destabilizing me.

I grab his hair, trying to deepen our kiss while my other hand runs down his sculpted, hard chest.

I know this is wrong. I can hear my conscience telling me to stop. That I don’t do these kinds of things, especially at the college on my first day at work. But God, this feels so f*****g good.

My let out a gasp as he push me against the wall, his hands clutching my waist as he devour my lips with a greedy hunger. My hands clutch his shirt tighter as if I'm hanging for my dear life.

"Christ, I want you right now,” his husky voice pants between kisses, intensifying the ache on my back when I feel his hardness pressing against my stomach.

His hand travel inside my shirt before ascending upwards and cupping my breast over my bra, without breaking our kiss for a second.

"Sweet Christ,” he murmurs against my mouth as he runs his hand over my breast.

What? Those words. These words snap me out of my trace. Reality hits me and push on his chest trying to shove him away from me.

Those are the same words that I’d heard earlier in empty classroom. My heart freezes. God, what am I doing?

"No. No—I can’t do this", I caress my lips with my forefinger in shock. His eyes are darken with desire but seeing my panic, he quickly withdraw.

"I'm so sorry. I usually don't do this...I don't know what happened...I just can't play this game, okay?" I say as I pick up the textbook and dash away from the him.

"It’s a little late, beautiful. It looks as if you already have", he calls after me.

But I don't reply. I just keep running, without looking back once.

Half an hour later, I'm standing out the classroom I'm going to teach. I smile, I can't wait to meet my students.

I tighten my high pony tail, and adjusted my outfit. I hope I hide all the evidence of making out with one of the students in the college a few minutes ago. Hope I never come across that guy ever again.

I take a deep breath and step inside the classroom. Here goes nothing.

"Hi, class. Welcome to economics CC1", I address the class with a fake confident smile. The classroom is filled with students, everyone is more elegant than the other. I make a mental note to not mess with any of them, because they've enough money to make my life a living hell.

"My name is Jessica Rivera, and I'll be your instructor for this semester", I continue with a smile, trying to appear as confident as I came. In reality, I'm nervous enough to pee in my pants. This is my first time teaching, if I mess up once, I'll be fired.

"Although you might take this as a introductory class, it's coursework will be as challenging as the other classes".

I scan the class, trying to make eye contact with my students. "Before we begin, I'd like all of you to check the syllabus to make sure you've all the textbook you require"

As I speak, I'm starting to gain confidence. , It's not so hard. You can do it, Jessica. "So, today we start with—"

"Sorry, I'm late professor"

I'm interrupted by a husky voice coming from the doorway of the classroom.

I turn my face towards the door and see a very handsome guy leaning against the door frame.

When our eyes meet, he seems as shocked as me. f**k, f**k, f**k. This can't be happening to me.

Leaning on the door frame is the guy I made out at the storeroom half an hour ago.

"What are you doing here?", I snap.

His lips curve into a amused smile and I know he recognised me too. "Hi, professor. Never thought I'd be able to see you again this fast".

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here"? I'm a inch away form losing all my marbles.

"I'm your student" he retorts as he ambles inside the class and stands 'way too close than necessary' next to me. His eyes twinkle in amusement. Bastard is having fun while I'm losing my mind.

I stare at him like a dumbfounded i***t for long moment. He runs his hands through his silky soft dark hair "check your list, professor", he emphasized on the word professor as if to tease me."My name is Dylan Gilbert"

Throwing him a glare I reach for my list which lays on the table. I scan through the paper, running my fingers along the names... Caroline, Dhaliya...and then I see it.

Dylan Gilbert.

I look up from the paper, completely horrified, to meet his amused, playful gaze. f**k. The guy I almost had s*x at the school is my student!

I hope he'll drop the class. Not that I'm mad at him or anything. I'm mad at myself for being so unprofessional and reckless. And seeing him just keep reminding me of them.

I need to stay professional. Gathering some fake professionality and politeness, I say " take your seat, Mr Gilbert"

"Dylan will do. After all I prefer you calling out my name", he winks at me biting his lips as he head towards his seat.

This guy. I try my best to ignore the blush that's trying hard to creep on to my face.