Seduction After Class

Defiance

✤ Sera ✤

I had never felt more in control.

Ever since that day in the rain, something inside of me had shifted. It was like every rule that used to matter suddenly didn’t. I didn’t care that he was my professor, that people would call it wrong, or that he tried so hard to keep a distance between us. I knew he wanted me. I had seen it in his eyes. Every time he looked at me and tried to pretend he wasn’t. Flashing him that day in class had been reckless, maybe even crazy, but it had worked. I had seen his throat tighten, the panic in his eyes. He was unraveling. And I wanted more of that. So, I decided to push him again. The next lecture came sooner than I expected. I arrived early this time and pretended to be casual even though I had spent most of the morning debating what to wear. I chose a black skirt again, a little shorter than before, and a pink blouse that buttoned too low to be innocent. But the real difference was underneath. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. The idea alone made my heart race. It was daring and a little dangerous, but that’s what made it thrilling. I wanted to see how much it would take before he broke. The classroom filled slowly. I sat in my usual spot in the middle, twirling my pen as the others chatted around me. Adrian walked in a few minutes later, calm and composed like always. His tie was perfectly straight, and his sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked collected, unreadable, but I knew better. I had seen the cracks in that composure before.

“Right,” he said as he looked around the room. I noticed that he avoided making eye contact with me. It should have bothered me, but it didn’t. I listened as he started to talk about the next assignment. His voice was steady and deep. The kind of voice that could make even a dull topic sound interesting. He moved around the room, handing out papers, and answering questions. Every time he passed me, my stomach twisted with anticipation. I waited until he was close. When he stopped beside my desk, I ‘accidentally’ dropped my pen. It clattered softly against the floor and rolled toward his shoe.

“Sorry,” I said quickly, as I pretended to be embarrassed. He bent down without hesitation. And in that split second, I parted my legs, just enough. The moment was silent but electric. I could see the flicker in his eyes when he realized what I had done. His breath hitched, and I heard it, faint but unmistakable. For a second, he froze, and his gaze darted upward before he forced himself to look away. No one seemed to notice that he had been bent over for far too long. He set the pen on my desk and turned away without a word. But his posture was stiff, and his focus was scattered. I watched him from my seat as I bit back a grin. He stood behind his chair and continued to explain the assignment and what was required. Still, to everyone else, he looked as he always did. But I knew better. I had rattled him. When the hour ended, he dismissed the class in his usual tone. I gathered my things slowly, waiting for the others to leave. I wanted him to notice that I wasn’t in a rush.

“Miss D’Amour,” he said, and his voice cut through the soft murmur of conversation. “Stay for a moment,” a few heads turned, curious, but no one said anything. By the time the room emptied, it was just us. I met his gaze and pretended not to know why he wanted me to stay behind. “Come with me,” he said shortly. I gasped in surprise because it couldn’t be this easy. Could it? He led me out of the classroom and down the hall to his office. His hand was clenched around a stack of papers, and I could feel the tension that radiated off him. As soon as we were inside, he shut the door, and we both sat down. Him behind his desk, and me across from him.

“Professor?” I urged softly as I feigned innocence.

“What was that?” he asked. His tone was calm, but his eyes were anything but. I blinked innocently as I kept up the pretense.

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he snapped, and to be honest, I was a bit surprised by the underlying anger in his tone of voice. “Your behavior in class has been inappropriate,”

“Inappropriate?” I echoed in confusion, but he narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t play games with me, Sera,” he said, and there was something about the way he said my name that sent a shiver through me.

“I’m not playing games, Professor. I dropped my pen. You picked it up. That’s all,”

“You are testing me,”

“Testing you?” I tilted my head. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you want to see how far you can push me,” he stated, and he was right. But I smiled as innocently as I could as I leaned back slightly in my seat.

“Maybe I just like seeing how far you will go,”

“This isn’t a joke, Sera,”

“It’s not?” I asked softly as I slowly uncrossed my legs. He watched the movement, but I knew he couldn’t see anything. That was the point, though. I was still teasing him. Or as he had put it, testing him. “Because it feels like one. A fun one,” I added. His gaze finally met mine, and he sighed loudly.

“Enough,”

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” I said, and he looked away.

“You didn’t upset me. You just need to remember your place,”

“And where exactly is that, Professor?” I couldn’t help but ask. He looked at me then, really looked, and for a brief second, I saw the same conflict I had seen that day in the rain. Desire and restraint had fought for space.

“You should go,” he suddenly said, and I stood up slowly.

“You aren’t going to give me detention or something?” I asked, and there was no way I could mask the dirtiness of my words. He let out the softest groan, and if I hadn’t been paying attention, I would have missed it.

“This isn’t high school,” he said quietly.

“Then what are you going to do?”

“Nothing,” he said firmly. “Because this stops here,” I nodded once and made my way to the door. I could feel his eyes on me, and I glanced over my shoulder to look at him.

“You saw, didn’t you?” I asked softly. He blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“You saw that I wasn’t wearing any,” I whispered, and then I smiled when his expression faltered. I turned to face him, and the look on his face excited me.

“That’s enough, Miss D’Amour,” he said, his voice rough. I laughed lightly.

“Relax, Professor. It’s just underwear,” I said, but he didn’t respond. For a moment, I panicked. Had I gone too far? “You should know…I only do that for you, Professor,” he stared at me, and once again I could see it in his eyes. I turned and hurriedly left his office. My pulse was racing, and I could still feel the heat of his stare on my back, the way his voice had faltered when I teased him. I didn’t need him to say anything. His silence told me everything. I had gotten under his skin. I smiled to myself as I walked down the hall. Each step felt lighter, sharper, like I had just won a game no one else knew we were playing. This was only the beginning.

✤ ✤ ✤