Seducing My Professor

Chapter Three

Sierra

If I'd said I was in the least bit interested in what the Greek god's reincarnation was saying, then I was definitely high on something. My delusions perhaps. Yes, that was good enough.

Or perhaps I was high on the sight of him. No matter how much I tried to deny it.

I stared at him from my seat in the theatre, so unless he was eagerly scouring the heads of every person in the room, there was no way he could find me. Although, there was something else about it. If I was being honest, it wouldn't be so bad if we locked eyes for a while, a couple of minutes maybe, or just long enough for me to drown in those sexy blue eyes of his.

I clutched my thighs together as I bit down on my lip, stopping myself from making any kind of sound. I snuck a glance at the girl by my side, and a low chuckle vibrated at the back of my throat, temporarily easing me of my tension.

Valerie was completely enthralled by his presence. Or perhaps she was actually listening to his teaching, and not ogling the man like I was.

It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault he was a tall wine of sexy and handsome. And it definitely wasn't my fault he stopped halfway the other night.

Something ran through my mind as I jogged up the memory. I placed both images side by side in my mind and did the comparison. No way, no way in hell did I think I would end up on this situation. Hell, they looked like two different people.

The man from the club was different. The way his eyes raked over me, even at the club and in his room sent shivers down my spine. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. Just from staring, I could already tell how much he wanted me. I could already imagine his hands cupping my breasts, my n*****s trapped in between his fingers. In summary, he was like s*x on a stick.

So pardon my manners if I didn't expect him to show up in a blazer the next day at my college. If I hadn't met his alter ego the night before, I would have concluded the man in front of me was a sham.

But the more I stared at him, the more I picked up tiny traces of the man from the club.

".... that'll be all for today." I caught a whiff of his last statement. " See you all in our next class."

" That was so fun!" Valerie shrieked beside me. " I'm definitely not missing Friday's lesson."

"Mm hmm." I nodded along, a bit absentmindedly.

"Come on, let's go." Valerie rose to her feet. " We've got…"

"No." I let out abruptly. A little too abruptly if you asked me." I mean, not now. I'll join you, but I have to do something first."

"Oh, what's that?" I hated Valerie's inquisitive nature at times. Now, was one of those moments. "Will you be long? I can stay back and…."

"No!" I yelled, louder this time. I watched her flinch at my loud octave before giving her an obviously strained smile." You don't have to wait. I'll be so long we might even have to miss the next class totally."

"Okayy." She drawled, clearly not convinced. " If you say so. Just call me if you need anything."

"Definitely." I gave her two thumbs up as she slowly descended the stairs that led to the entrance of the theatre. I could make out worry lines etched into her face and only when her head was out the door did I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. " Finally."

I let my eyes roam the room at Valerie's absence. It was close to empty with just Ethan and a couple of students talking in the far end of the room. Perfect.

Ethan. Ethan Knight

The name had sounded weird when he'd introduced himself at the start of class. Until, I had a private practice session of pronouncing his name and the results? Ethan was a highly moanable name.

One hundred percent recommend.

I slid my palms over the pleats of my short skirt, my heartbeat slowly increasing its pace. Each step took me closer and closer to him and if I was being honest, I wasn't particularly sure about how I felt.

On the one hand I was nervous and the other hand, the very thought of it all was thrilling to say the least.

"Hi, Ethan." The words left my lips the moment I got the podium and I mentally berated myself for it.

Hi Ethan? Seriously? What was I even thinking?

The man in question said nothing as I went on with the back and forth in my mind. He spared me just a glance, before scooping up his book and heading to the desk just a few steps to his right.

Wordlessly, I made my way to the desk too. I watched his hands as they found their way over each paper. His eyes seemed to be looking at everything in front of him, except me.

"Ethan?" I called again, just to feel tiny bubbles of rage crawl on the surface of my skin at what he was doing.

He was ignoring me, and he wasn't even trying to hide it.

"Ethan!" I let out again, a little too loudly this time. I wasn't sure my loud octave had an effect on him, but the moment I sat at his desk and my skirt bunched up a little higher than it should have, I knew I'd scored a point.

"Can I help you, Miss?" His voice was low, like a purr even, but I could still see him struggling, struggling to his gaze away from my thighs.

"Yes, sir." I had a barrage of questions. Why did he stop the other night? Why did he have to show up here? But I wasn't going ask them, at least not yet. So I limited it, to just one. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

He froze, literally, his hands hovering above a stack of papers in front of him. His eyes settled on my face while I helped myself to admiring the work of art in front of me.

I never liked blazers, but he rocked it perfectly and I couldn't help but wonder how he would look without them, without any clothes even. Oh what I would give just to trail my fingers across his body, before veering downwards to the v of his pants. There was something about his glasses too. They looked nerdy, but he pulled it off so well, so well I could see myself being bent over this desk with him ramming into me from behind.

Fuck.

"Actually." I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of his voice. " I'm not so sure."

Something about his tone filled me with dread.

"What do you mean?" I sounded breathless and he picked up on it. For a moment, I swear I saw a sly smirk curl around his lips. " You just need to think harder."

"Okay." He leaned closer to my face, his breath fanning my cheek. Goosebumps crept up my skin at the proximity between us. Jagged memories of the other night flashed in my mind and I shuddered. I watched his eyes flicker from my face to my lips and for a moment, I forgot we were still in the theatre, and we weren't exactly alone.

A thrill ran through my spine at the whole turn of events. It was wrong but exhilarating. This wasn't what I had planned, but I wouldn't mind if it happened. Not one bit. So I did the craziest thing I could think of.

I let my eyelids flutter shut in anticipation of what was coming. I knew it, I could feel it. I felt his stubble graze my lower jaw, like I needed anymore confirmation. My heart slammed loudly against my ribcage, filling my head and causing my blood to flow even faster.

"I think." He was close, too close for comfort. " I think, I have no idea who you are."

My eyes flew open immediately. The smugness that was once in his eyes had totally vanished, like I'd just made the whole thing up.

Without giving me the luxury of having the last word and in a monotone so serious it hurt, he let out. " I have never set my eyes on you before. Do have a nice day."

It felt like a dream, but as his shoes kissed the tiled ground till he was out of the theatre, reality came crashing down.

What the hell just happened?