Professor Off-Limits

First Detention

ALEENA'S POV

I had been awake for two hours—even before my alarm rang at 6 am.

I wasn’t doing anything actually. I just lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the text I had sent Lorcan yesterday in my head.

Mira stirred in her bed, then she yawned, stretched and looked across the room, towards my bed. “You're up early.” she mumbled.

“Yeah, couldn't sleep.”

Mira sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Have you checked the amount to appeal the grade yet? How much is it again?”

“Seven thousand dollars.” I said flatly.

“What?! That's insane.” Mira exclaimed. “Where are you going to get such amount of money to appeal the grade?”

I didn't answer right away. I threw off my covers, got up from the bed walked to the closet, because I didn't want Mira to look directly at me while I lie straight to her face.

“I've got it under control.” I pulled the closet open, looking for what to wear.

Mira frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

“It means don't worry about it.”

"Allie." Mira's voice was sharper now. "What are you going to do?"

I pulled out a sweater dress, shut the closet door and when I was sure I could finally face Mira, I turned around and met my eyes, keeping my expression blank.

"Don't worry, Mira. I made some arrangements."

She studied my face for a long moment, searching for the lie. Then she nodded slowly. “Hope you're not planning on doing something stupid?” she said, her eyes not leaving my face.

I forced a smile. "No, I'm not." I said and threw the sweater dress in my bed. “We have class in an hour time, I'm going to take a shower.”

Mira didn't look convinced, but she just let it go.

I grabbed my bath robe from the closet and walked into the bathroom.

After I shut the door, I leaned on it for a while and took a deep breath, before I took off my clothes and turned on the shower.

—

We got to class a little late that morning. When we stepped into the lecture hall, Lorcan was already there in the podium, arranging his notes.

He started his lecture shortly after, and he didn't even spare me a glance. He lectured the class like nothing had happened last night when he threatened to destroy my life.

I took notes I knew quite well I wasn't going to read. When he asked questions that I knew the answer, I didn't bother to raise my hand to answer the question. I just sat there—dull and uninterested in the class.

Mira noticed how dull I acted, then she leaned over. “Hey, you okay?”

I nodded. “I'm fine.”

“You're unusually quiet.”

“No, I'm just tired.”

Mira didn't push after that, but she kept watching me. Her gaze occasionally drifted to me every five minutes.

After the class ended, I stood up and packed my bag slowly.

“Where are you going?” Mira asked.

“I have to pick up some books at the library, and I have something to do later, so you can go back to the dorm after your classes. I'll meet you there.”

Mira looked at me for a long moment, suspicion written across her face. “You sure you're not doing something wrong, Allie?”

“I'm not, Mira.” I forced myself to smile and met her gaze. “I picked up some gigs this morning to raise money to appeal the grade—that's what I'm doing.” I said, and the lie tasted bitter in my mouth.

She sighed. “Okay girl. I'll text you when I get to the dorm.”

“Hmmm.” I nodded once and left the lecture hall, heading to the library first, then Lorcan's office, and then my heart started to pound so hard I felt it in my throat.

—

I got to the Lorcan's office and I stood there, forcing myself to stay calm. I took several deep breaths before I finally summoned the courage to knock.

“Come in.” Lorcan's deep voice came out muffled from behind the door.

I quickly arranged my face to something that looked less rattled before I pushed the door open and finally stepped in.

The office was dim this time—he didn't turn on the lights. It was only the afternoon sunlight that spilled from the huge window behind him.

He was sitting behind his desk, his sleeves rolled up, and the first three buttons of his shirt unhooked, showing a sumptuous amount of his tattooed chest and I had to myself to look away.

“Close the door.” He said without looking up from his laptop.

I swallowed, then I turned around and clicked the lock.

That was when he shut his laptop and finally looked at me. His grey eyes travelled from my face, downwards, my knees—then back up in the same slow and suffocating motion.

“Take off your jacket, little rebel.” He commanded, and his voice was almost gentle.

I was wearing the sleeveless short gown that stopped just above my knees and a leather jacket with high heeled boots.

“L… Little rebel?”

“Yes, Aleena.” He said, and the way he called my name with his deep voice sent a jolt of electricity down my spine and straight to the middle of my legs.

Before I knew it, my bag was already in front if me and my jacket was already slipping off my shoulders and onto the ground.

He stood up and walked to where I stood, picking up the jacket that I just dropped, then he placed it directly on his nose.

Then he inhaled sharply, raised his head from my jacket and looked at me, and his eyes had gone dark and hungry.

He walked towards me slowly, stopping right in front of me and leaned in closer to my ears, his breath fanning my neck with an intensity that made my breath hitch and made my p***y clench. “Your dress next.”

I swallowed and raised my head to look at him, and my heart was beating frantically against my chest. Every single nerve in my body was screaming yes, take off your dress, and allow the hottest professor on campus be yours, but the moral part of me—the one that wouldn't let herself fall for this hot guy standing in front of her with an oozing s*x appeal, and break the school rules with that—but that was what I was about to risk in order to get my grade back… If I don't get caught.

Before I knew it, my hand moved up to the hem of my dress and I pulled it down to my knees, stepping out of them, the cold air hitting my skin, and standing in front of Lorcan with only my undies and his burning gaze made me feel bare.

Lorcan made a low growl in his throat, and then a smirk formed at the corner of his lips. “You're quite eager, little rebel. Can't wait for my hands to be on your body?”

My face turned a bright shade of red—and I knew he was correct, but not in that manner. Yes, I was sexually starved, and yes, I wanted this to be over soon before anyone would walk in here and meet me this way in his office.

“No.” I snapped. “I'm not quite desperate. I just want this to be done and over with before anyone sees us.”

He chuckled, and leaned in to my ear again, “I'm just starting with you, Aleena. When I'm done, you'll be begging for more.” He said in a low voice that sent another round of shockwaves straight to my p***y, and I could feel how wet I already was, and I hated that he knew it too.

He walked to his seat and pulled out a a black silk blind fold from the drawers, and held it out.

“Take this, and put it on.”

I frowned. “You want me to be blindfolded?”

“I said no unnecessary questions, Aleena.” He walked to where I stood and handed me the blindfold.

I looked at him a second longer, and I felt completely naked under his gaze. I was in nothing but my undies for f**k's sake. Now I was going to be blindfolded?

“You want me to do it myself?” He asked and crossed his arms.

I didn't respond, I just pulled the blind fold over my eyes and tied it behind my head.

“That's good.” I heard Lorcan's voice, and then I heard his footsteps, going around and then stopping somewhere behind me.

“You want to know why I blindfolded you?” He asked, and I felt the warmth radiating from his skin.

I swallowed. “Yes.”

“Because,” his fingers trailed lazy circles on my back and I had to clench my fists together tightly and press my lips to stop myself from making a sound.

“Because what?” I asked back, using the opportunity to let out a breath so Lorcan wouldn't notice how he was affecting me with the circles he was tracing on my back. I hated myself for wanting more, and I also hated Lorcan for making me feel that way—but I wouldn't let him see it.

“You're quite to witty for someone who desperately wants her grade back.” He said again, this time his fingers started trailing my spine.

I let out a breath. “Were you expecting me to cry and beg you to f**k me?”

He chuckled, “Oh that time is coming soon, little rebel.” His fingers went up my neck. “But for now I want you to know something—”

Three sharp knocks were heard on the door. “Professor Lorcan?” a voice called out. A male voice—Xavier's voice.

My heart nearly leapt out of my throat. If Xavier walked in here and saw me this way with Lorcan, then I'm—

I quickly raises my hand to take off the blind fold, but Lorcan's iron grip stopped me from taking it off. “Don't.” He whispered into my ears. “We're not done.”

“Yes?” Lorcan replied calmly as he stepped away from me—I could feel it because I stopped feeling the heat radiating from his body.

“I have a question about the paper you shared yesterday.” The door knob rattled. “Can I come in?”

My body went rigid, and the only thing I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat, and the sound of blood rushing to my ears and I shook my head in terror. Xavier was coming here—he was going to walk in here and see me in only my undies, blindfolded in Lorcan's office, and if he sees, I would be in trouble.

Oh no!

Before I could think of anything else, I heard the door knob rattle again, and the door swung open.