Dirty Secret: Bound By My Professor's Desire

I Know What I Wants

“Would you like something to drink, Sir Leon?”

“Huh? Ah… no need. But if you want one for yourself, go ahead. Although it is not necessa–”

Leon froze as soon as he realized the beautiful student beside him had already slipped away toward the vending machine in the campus cafeteria. Their session today was held outside the classroom. Leon and Jarvis both turned to watch Silvana, eyebrows raised in unison.

“Tch…” Jarvis was the first to react. The young man wrinkled his nose and shook his head as they observed Silvana bowing toward the machine. Her hips tilted back slightly as she pressed the buttons. A clear provocation meant to draw the attention of every male in a ten meter radius. Silvana had always known the silent language of her own body and how to wield it.

Leon quickly averted his gaze though any healthy man would have called the sight a blessing served freely by fate. Yet apparently the sky was safer to stare at than the shapely backside of a student under his guidance.

Her behavior had been strange around him since several semesters ago and today it reached new heights. Leon felt sure the source of this nonsense was the young man beside him. Jarvis was gifted the sort of prodigy everyone whispered about on campus. Bright, promising, handsome enough. Leon could understand why Silvana might act like this around him.

What confused him was why she needed to throw that bait while Leon himself was still sitting there. Silvana was usually blunt and straightforward when it came to her personal interests. Was it because she and Jarvis had known each other so long that she feared ruining whatever existed between them? If so, that was the dullest story ever told in the chronicles of love.

Silvana swayed her hips as she walked back and Leon shifted his eyes toward Jarvis instead.

“Jarvis, do you know what is going on with Silvana?”

Jarvis only grumbled and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Silvana is just Silvana. Complicated. Forget about it.”

Leon exhaled and shook his head at his favorite student. He stole another discreet look toward Silvana. The girl was wearing an outrageously tight skirt that barely qualified as decent. Her pale thighs were left exposed for every hungry pair of eyes on campus. Did she not feel the slightest fear?

“But she has been acting strange for a while now,” Leon murmured. He glanced at Jarvis again. “Do you not think you should do something about it?”

Jarvis’ brows drew together at the question. He stared at Leon for a long moment with a bewildered expression. “What?”

“Well, I know you two have been friends for years. From what I heard you are childhood friends. Sometimes friendship is just the stepping stone before a relationship begins. You know how it is”

“Sir Leon, she is not doing that stupid show for me,” Jarvis cut him off. He clicked his tongue again. “I hate to say this, but even though you are older and supposedly more experienced, how are you still so blind to something this obvious?”

Leon was genuinely bewildered now. What was wrong with the youth of this generation? They moved with too much knowledge, too many secrets folded between their words and glances. It made him oddly curious about whatever existed between these two students of his that he had clearly missed.

“Where is the other one?” he asked instead, choosing to change the subject entirely. If he lingered on the previous topic, he would only drown in confusion.

“She didn’t come. She said she wasn’t feeling well,” answered a feminine voice from Silvana, who had somehow materialized at his side again. She set three canned drinks onto the table then sat down right beside him, looping her arm casually around his. She offered him a small, feline smile as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Jarvis could only shake his head at the display. Sometimes he truly could not comprehend his childhood friend’s behavior at all. Even her blatant attempts to lure the professor were met with polite indifference. Sir Leon was utterly oblivious.

The truth was that Silvana’s interest in Leon was not exactly breaking news to Jarvis. She had confessed it to him back in her very first semester. She had said plainly that she liked a handsome, charismatic young professor. Jarvis knew Silvana’s nature well she would chase her target until victory or exhaustion struck. By now, who knew how long she had been struggling against this fascination of hers? Apparently, she had not given up.

Look at her now staring at Leon with admiration so rich it could be poured from a cup. Eyes sharp, hungry, and eager to be consumed and to consume in return. The adult man beside her remained unaware while she continued to maneuver closer, unveiling her intentions inch by inch. Jarvis considered it mildly distasteful but not enough for him to care. It was not his circus nor his war. Whether his professor would ever catch the signal was another story entirely.

And Silvana did not stand alone in that battlefield. There was Ms. Kelly a name often whispered around campus. Rumor had it she was frequently seen entering and leaving Leon’s apartment. And she was not the only one. Jarvis smirked to himself. His professor was a bastard when it came to matters like this.

“Silvana!” called a voice that pulled the attention of all three. A girl approached them briskly. It was Jiyya.

“Hey. What’s up? You done with class?”

Jiyya did not answer. Her eyes locked instead onto Silvana’s arm still wrapped in a leisurely coil around Leon’s. ‘Dear God my friend was born to be a bad b***h,’ she thought with quiet despair. The short-haired girl shifted her gaze to Leon.

“Hello, Jiyya,” he greeted, earning a polite nod and a sweet, practiced smile.

Silvana eyed her friend suspiciously. Something was clearly wrong and Silvana was not the type to ignore signals when someone she cared about was in need.

“Jiyya, do you need to talk to me about something private?” Silvana asked, assuming control of the situation with her usual precision. Jiyya looked slightly relieved at being understood so quickly.

“Yes. But it looks like you’re busy. Maybe another time.”

“Hey please I am never too busy when it comes to you.” Silvana replied lightly, flashing an innocent smile at her friend before turning her gaze to Jarvis and Leon. “I should go. Try not to miss me too much.”

“We’ll try but no promises,” Leon answered with a broad grin, lifting his hand in a casual wave. Silvana blushed at that grin while Jarvis rolled his eyes so hard they nearly left orbit. He glanced once more at his professor who was still watching Silvana without the faintest trace of comprehension. Was the man truly that oblivious?

“Tch…” was all Jarvis offered before the two girls slipped away.

They walked out of the cafeteria and of course Silvana made certain her hips swayed with dangerous purpose. Jiyya knew exactly who that little performance was meant for. Her brow lifted high.

“There is something wrong with your brain. Walking like that in front of Sir Leon. Do you not feel shame?” Jiyya declared loudly once they were far enough from the table.

“At least I have guts and someone worth showing my sexy walk to with sexy booty.” Silvana retorted with smug satisfaction. “Hey tell me is he still looking at me?”

Jiyya rolled her eyes but still obeyed the ridiculous question, stealing a look over her shoulder toward Leon. “I have no idea.”

Silvana groaned. “God what is wrong with that man? Is he really made of stone? Does he not see all the effort I am putting in?”

“Will you stop acting like that? You are embarrassing me!” Jiyya hissed.

“Impossible.” Silvana flicked her hair with theatrical pride as they moved toward the campus garden.

“You really are a menace.”

“I am simply a woman who knows what I wants, my dear Jiyya.”