Tempting her professor

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning, Carla who had been waiting quickly opened the door and strategically positioned herself the moment she heard the elevator door ping, signalling that someone just got off on their floor. The handsome neighbor soon came into view. He was dressed in grey sweat pants and black singlet. He was sweating heavily, making the material of the fabric stuck to his skin. His pectoral muscles were even more prominent, and his chest tempts one into touching them. He was holding a half finished bottle of water and a white towel was hung on his neck.

Carla smiled broadly and touched her lips, her cheeks burning.

“So handsome.” She whispered and giggled. At this point, she was nearly drooling, but made no attempts to stop it. Her gaze ran appreciatively over his body and she smiled shyly, nearly dancing from excitement. She was hooked, no doubt about that.

The man's eyes met hers at that moment, making her already jumping heart to race even faster. She immediately remembered what she rehearsed and batted her lashes at him and gave him what she thought was a seductive smile. But in his eyes, she was grinning like a fish.

“Hey handsome, wanna come over for breakfast?”

He pushed her aside and entered into his unit, leaving her stunned.

“What just happened? Did he just ignore me?” Carla muttered in fury, and stamped her feet.

******

Carla sat before her computer system googling ‘how to seduce a handsome, powerful and arrogant man.’ She took down notes and quickly circled important points. Next came the call to the shopping mall to deliver her weapons of war.

She was nearly nodding off when she heard the elevator open. She quickly rushed out, only to see the neighbor already keying in the password.

“Hey, handsome.” Her stomach growled as her nose caught a delicious aroma. She looked down and saw the source. He was holding take outs, and whoever the chef was, he definitely did a good job. The man's powerful arm which had veins criss-crossing on it was exposed because his shirt was slightly rolled up. He was dressed in a suit trouser and white shirt like a CEO coming back from work. But the idea was plain ridiculous. What would a billionaire CEO be doing in a slightly above average apartment? Billionaires live in mansions and expensive penthouses, not rent the same house like Carla.

Carla momentarily forgot about her mission, her eyes on the food.

“I have not had time to eat, can I have some from your take out?” She whispered in a low voice. If he didn't know how shameless she was, he might have thought that she was embarrassed to beg for food.

He ignored her and entered his house, slamming the door in her face.

****

The next few days followed the same routine, Carla doggedly chasing him, while trying her best to show her body in flimsy gowns from the mall. He kept his cool, totally ignoring her and not hiding his irritation. His phone rang at that moment, distracting him from the spreadsheet on the monitor.

“Hey, Dylan. When are you coming to hang out with us?”

“I don't have the time, I'm busy.”

“You're always neck deep in work, cold and reclusive. Do you wanna die single? Eccentric is your first name. How are you enjoying your new apartment by the way?”

Dylan sighed heavily at this point.

“Don't mention it. I have a stalker relentlessly pursuing me. The house is soundproof, but she always seems to know exactly when I arrive or want to leave. The past two weeks have been hell with me doing my best to avoid the clown, but she's not letting up.”

“Oh my. You already found yourself a dedicated fan. It's not her fault, you're too handsome. Hahahaha.” Dylan rolled his eyes and cut the call, feeling a headache creeping up on him.

He checked his watch and shut down his laptop, remembering he had a meeting to attend.

The moment he opened the door, he nearly collided with a well packaged bag containing food. There was a note attached to it.

“Hey handsome, I noticed you didn't leave the house today and made some food for you. You will love it.”

Dylan rolled his eyes and sighed.

“When will she give up? I have never met a woman like her. Her madness is on a different level altogether—cutely stupid.”

*****

Carla came out the next morning and saw that the food was gone. She jumped up, gyrating happily.

“He took it, he ate it. He's letting up. I'm almost there.”

The man came out at that moment, ready to go to work.

“Did you see the food I left you? You loved it right?” She asked hopefully, her eyes shining with happiness and excitement.

He looked at her from head to toe and shut the door.

“I fed it to the strays. How would I know the taste?”

His words left her stunned and she barely registered it as he pushed past her.

******

He thought his words got her, but the next Friday, he opened the door and saw her standing before her apartment with a smile. She winked at him, and adjusted her hair, striking a ‘sexy’ pose.

Unlike the other times when she was dressed in shorts that exposed her flawless thighs and hips, and tops that highlighted her slender arms, she was dressed in a gown. And not the

‘oh so casual’ ones he had seen her in. The sheer material of her gown barely covered her ass, and for the first time, she was not wearing a bra. Carla smiled victoriously on seeing his gaze remain on her for more than a minute. Swallowing her shame and misgivings to go without underwear was certainly worth it. Just as she was about to deliver the smart ass punch line she prepared, he spoke first

“Can you have some self respect? That perfume smells disgusting on you. You're better off washing it off.”

His words left her stunned, and her smile froze. Just as he was about to leave, she rushed to stop him. But he side stepped her, making her lose her balance and fall.

Instinctively, she reached for the next available surface and grabbed it. She smiled, her heart pounding as she cheered internally. She didn't fall after all. Dylan gasped in shock. It was then that Carla realized what she was holding. Her left hand was on his ass, her right on his thighs, and her face against his big fat c**k. She was immediately terrified, just as he pushed her away. The sudden action made her gown shift, exposing more parts of her bosom.

Dylan immediately broke into a run, rushing into the elevator with his heart racing like a wild horse.

*****

The next time he saw her, it was later at night as he wanted to step out to restock his groceries. Unlike other times, she was sitting before his door, half asleep. Her face was flushed, and she smelled as if she drowned herself in alcohol.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He whispered, squatting down before her. She slightly opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Heartless man.”

“Damn it! You have a fever.” He muttered, checking her forehead. He heard her muttering things and leaned closer.

“My stupid boyfriend… cheated on me with my best friend… that shameless girl… I even paid her tuition… me, a prude? What? And the stupid neighbor also dismissed me, am I that…”

The rest of her words dissolved into soft sobs. Dylan leaned closer to catch more of her words and she suddenly bit his ears without warning, making him scream in a mixture of shock, pain and panic.

By the time he freed his ears from her teeth, it had turned red. He gritted his teeth and carried her up, making his way back into his apartment.