Extra Credit

007:Training plans

EVANGELINE.

"s****l favours?" He asked.

For the faintest second, a dark rage flashed in his eyes.

It was so sudden and so profound that if I wasn’t watching his face closely, I would have missed it.

It made my breath hitch. I wanted to jump off his desk and apologize with my face slammed in the ground.

Scary.

I did not do any of that.

Instead, I crossed my legs. Again, I found myself wishing I wasn’t wearing these cursed leggings. The short hem of my cute gown hiked up my legs.

His eyes moved to it, I felt the heat of his gaze as they moved again, drinking in the sight of my body. If he could see my bare legs...would the look in his eyes change to unbridled lust?

Why did I desperately want to see that?

Of course. He may seem cold and composed, but at the end of the day he’s just a man. Which man would resist a beautiful, pliant, young, innocent girl thrown at him?

No one.

Feeling even bolder, I leaned closer to him.

“You seem a bit lost,” I said, “I’ll throw out a couple of ideas.”

Up close, his face is impeccable. Skin so smooth and fair, not a blemish in sight. And his eyes, there’s a ton of color in them. They’re so beautiful, but so emotionless.

“I could crawl under this desk and suck you off. I’ll be really good, call you daddy while I’m at it. Or sir. I think I like sir better,”

My stomach rolled, and I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. If my mother were here, she’d wash my mouth out with bleach and slap me for good measure. Then she'd report me to my father. And he will add his own discipline.

This is not the time to think of my parents.

I let my eyes move suggestively over his body, lower till I got to his crotch. The heat in my cheeks flared up and I hastily brought my eyes up. Images flooded my mind.

None of them rated 13.

Focus, Evangeline.

“Or you could bend me over this very desk, have your wicked way with me. Which one sounds good, hmm? You get what you want and I get that shiny new 96. Deal?”

He didn't say anything.

His beautiful eyes analysed me. I could feel him cataloguing me, storing whatever information he gathered into a dark folder in his head.

Can he feel my desperation? Is it turning him on?

Then, he spoke. “Miss Bramwell,”

I nearly choked. “Yes, professor?”

“Get off my desk. Now.”

It felt like he had thrown a bucket of ice into my face.

My smile froze. My stomach heaved and I swallowed vomit that rushed to my throat. Hard.

“W-what?” I whispered, my heart plunging into icy waters. It lodged into my throat and made it hard to breathe. “I…you can’t mean that,” I hated how I was sounding…so pathetic.

He continued. “I’ve seen your kind, countless of times. Students who think they can sleep their way to graduation. It’s an appalling thing to watch.”

I stumbled off his desk as if it had turned to lava.

My chest was painful, like steel bands had clamped around my body and were being tightened by the second with the intent of killing me.

Professor Arthur looked pissed. Pissed to hell and back.

His eyes were dark, like a storm in midnight. It was like I could feel his anger, it was a tangible presence in the room.

Fear seeped into my body. He didn’t feel like a college professor right now…

One time, my father had a meeting with an alleged gang boss and took me with him. The presence around that man was very similar right now to Professor Arthur.

Danger. Animalistic danger.

I felt the beginnings of a panic attack; my eyes blurring, my chest tightening, my palms turning clammy.

Not here. Please, not here!

I clenched my fists and swallowed my nerves. “I…I really need that 96, Professor,” I sounded like I'd burst into tears at anytime.

Evangeline, don’t cry. Don’t even dare!

His jaw clenched. “Your behavior is extremely inappropriate. I’ll be reporting this to the disciplinary committee.”

“No!” I screamed in pure horror. “You can’t do that! Not…you can’t let the school know!”

That means my father will find out immediately. That means my burial date is approaching faster. That means…business management. No more NASA. If even survive!

“Professor—”

“Get out of my office.”

He hadn’t yelled. His voice hadn’t risen at all during this entire conversation. Yet I flinched as if I had been slapped. His voice was final, cold.

He’s going to report me! He just drove the final nail into my coffin. And I have never tasted embarrassment as potent as this.

****The Present****

I leaned into my desk, my hands clasped behind my head. My books begged me to come back to them. My brain bribed me with images of my handsome Art professor.

My brain won.

I wonder what made him change his mind. Could it be... No way!

A smile lit up on my face.

Of course, my seduction mission was successful. Just as I had hoped. He’s just pretending to be noble, I saw the way he looked at me. The way he looked at my lips, my body.

He noticed me.

Of course he would. It’s only natural. My mother doesn't spend thousands of dollars monthly on my appearance for nothing.

Oh, he noticed alright.

Now, all I have to do is train him like Pavlov and his dog. Make him want me. I’m going to make sure I get back at him, soon he’ll be begging me to sit on his desk.

And just like that, taking Art doesn’t look so glum anymore.

Now I have a fun little side quest. And I’m not going to stop till I achieve it.

Sparks bloomed in my belly and spread throughout my entire body. I can’t wait to see how this semester will turn out.

Three months.

I have three months to achieve my goal. Make him want me, then zoom off to NASA and forget all about him.

Game on, Professor. You’ll never know what hit you. It’s gonna start with Evangeline and end with Bramwell.