The Hot Untouchable Lecturer VI
1659 Words
THE next day didn’t feel different, but somehow, it was.
Ms. Lesley walked into the lecture hall with her usual composed grace, heels clicking softly against the tiled floor, her expression calm and unreadable.
Students settled almost instantly.
Including Zayne.
He sat where he always did now, close enough to pay attention, far enough to avoid suspicion. Or at least… that had been the plan.
Because today, something was off.
It started small. A glance at first, brief and almost accidental when Ms. Lesley’s eyes lifted from her notes and met his. The gaze held for a while, then slipped away.
Zayne’s lips curved just slightly.
And that, that was what changed everything because across the room, Mara saw it.
At first, she said nothing. She simply watched.
Watched the way his attention stayed locked on the front longer than usual. Watched the way Ms. Lesley’s tone shifted— subtle, but there. Softer when she addressed him. Sharper when she looked away.
And then it happened again.
Another glance. And this time, it was not as quick, not as careful. And Zayne smiled. Not a full smile but just enough.
Her fingers tightened slightly around her pen.
Something wasn’t right. She didn’t interrupt. Didn’t react. Didn’t make a scene.
But from that moment on, she paid attention to everything.
After the lecture, students began to file out in clusters, voices rising, chairs scraping lightly against the floor.
Zayne packed up at a steady pace, not rushing, not lingering.
“Zayne.”
He looked up.
Ms. Lesley stood near her desk, composed as always but her gaze was fixed on him.
“See me before your tutoring session today,” she said. “An hour before.”
His brows lifted slightly. “An hour?”
“Yes.”
A brief pause.
“Don’t be late.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied easily.
Their eyes met again just for a second.
Then he slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to leave.
And this time, she saw everything.
Mara stood a few rows behind, frozen in place, watching.
***
The cafeteria buzzed with noise— plates clinking, conversations overlapping, laughter echoing across the space.
She sat with her friends, but her mind wasn’t on the food in front of her.
It was on what she had seen.
“I think something’s going on,” she said finally, her voice low but firm.
Her friends exchanged quick glances.
“With who?” one of them asked.
She didn’t hesitate.
“Him. And that lecturer.”
“What?” another friend let out, nearly laughing. “Which lecturer?”
“Ms. Lesley.”
That wiped the smiles off their faces.
“Wait— that Ms. Lesley?” one of them said, leaning forward. “The one that acts like she is above everybody?”
“Yes.”
The table fell quiet again, this time more thoughtful.
“I have been noticing things,” she continued. “The way they look at each other. The way she talks to him. And today…” she exhaled sharply, “she told him to meet her before their tutoring session. Alone.”
One of the girls frowned.
“Okay, but… that’s not exactly proof.”
“It’s not just that,” she insisted. “It’s everything. It doesn’t feel normal.”
Another friend leaned back slightly, crossing her arms.
“If you really think she’s trying something with your boyfriend, then it’s simple.”
They all looked at her.
“Tell him to stop the private tutoring. Immediately.”
A pause.
“That’s it?” someone else asked.
“Yes,” she said firmly. “Why would you let another woman— any woman— have that kind of access to your man? Especially someone like her?”
The logic hung heavy in the air, but another voice cut in.
“That is a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
They turned.
“She is still a lecturer,” the second girl added. “And he needs that tutoring. You said his GPA is bad, right?”
She nodded slightly.
“Then let’s be real,” the girl continued. “If he loses that, he risks more than just your relationship. You might be overthinking this.”
“I’m not,” she said quickly. “I know what I saw.”
“Or you think you know,” the girl corrected gently. “There’s a difference.”
Silence again.
The first girl rolled her eyes.
“So what? She just sits back and watches another woman flirt with her boyfriend?”
“I’m saying,” the second replied calmly, “don’t act without being sure. Talk to him first. Observe before confirm.”
Her gaze dropped briefly to the table. That word lingered.
Confirm, because deep down, that was the problem. She hadn’t confirmed, but something in her chest tightened anyway.
Because whether she had proof or not, her instincts were screaming.
And they had never been wrong before.
***
Across campus, unaware of the storm slowly building around him, Zayne checked the time.
One hour before tutoring.
Exactly like she said.
A slow smile crept onto his lips as he adjusted his bag and changed direction.
Straight toward her office.
And somewhere, not too far away, someone was already watching.
***
The knock didn’t come immediately.
Which made everything worse.
Zayne stepped into the office like he belonged there now— like this wasn’t unfamiliar territory anymore. Like yesterday hadn’t changed everything.
But it had.
Ms. Lesley stood behind her desk, hands resting on the surface, her posture rigid in a way that wasn’t normal.
Not composed, not controlled, but tense. She didn’t ask him to sit. Didn’t greet him the way she usually did.
Instead, she exhaled.
“Close the door.”
Zayne did.
And just like that, the air in the room shifted.
He turned back to face her, studying her expression— the tightness in her jaw, the way she avoided looking at him directly.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
“I wanted to speak to you before the session,” she began, her voice steady… but only just.
Zayne leaned slightly against the chair, relaxed, like he had all the time in the world.
“I figured,” he said quietly.
That made her glance at him just for a second. Then away again.
A heavy and unavoidable silence stretched.
“This—” she started, then stopped, collecting herself. “What happened yesterday…”
There it was.
Zayne didn’t interrupt, didn’t help her out. He just watched. Let her say it.
“It shouldn’t have happened,” she finished.
A pause.
“It was a mistake.”
Zayne’s lips curved faintly.
Not amused, not dismissive. Just… knowing.
“Was it?” he asked.
That made her look at him properly this time.
“Yes,” she said firmly. “It was.”
Her fingers tightened slightly against the desk.
“I let my guard down. That won’t happen again.”
Zayne straightened slowly, taking a step closer, not enough to crowd her, but enough to shift the balance.
“You didn’t look like someone who made a mistake,” he said, his voice lower now. “You looked like someone who wanted it.”
Her breath caught just slightly, but he saw it.
“Zayne,” she warned, her tone sharper now. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he asked calmly.
“Don’t pretend like this is something it’s not.”
“And what is it?” he pressed.
“A lapse in judgment,” she replied quickly. “One that ends now.”
“You are trying very hard to convince yourself,” he said.
“I don’t need convincing,” she shot back.
“Then why did you call me here early?”
That hit.
Her expression faltered for just a fraction of a second. Enough.
“I called you here to end it before it becomes a problem,” she said, regaining control. “You’re my student. This is inappropriate. It stops now.”
Zayne took another step.
Now there was barely any space between them.
“And if I don’t want it to stop?”
Her heart skipped.
She hated that he could hear it in the silence.
“You don’t get a say in this,” she replied, but her voice had softened, betraying her.
His gaze dropped briefly… then lifted again.
Slowly and intentionally.
“You didn’t say that yesterday.”
Her breath hitched again.
This time, harder to hide.
“Yesterday was a mistake,” she repeated, quieter now.
But it didn’t sound convincing anymore.
Zayne tilted his head slightly, watching her unravel in the smallest ways.
The control.
The restraint.
The fight.
And somehow, that was what drew him in more, because Ms. Lesley wasn’t weak, she was only choosing to resist.
And that made breaking through that resistance tempting, very tempting.
His voice dropped, softer now.
“Then say it again,” he said. “And mean it this time.”
Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
Because she could say it.
She could repeat it as many times as she wanted.
But meaning it?
That was something else entirely.
The silence between them thickened, charged and unsteady.
And just as the moment began to tip into something neither of them could take back, a knock sounded on the door.
Sharp and immediate.
They both froze.
The spell shattered instantly.
Ms. Lesley stepped back first, like she had just woken up, her composure rushing back into place.
“Yes?” she called out, her voice controlled again.
Another knock.
“Ma’am? It’s me.”
Her eyes flickered toward the door… then back to Zayne.
Everything unspoken still hung between them, unresolved.
Zayne didn’t move, he didn’t look away.
And somehow, that made it even harder for her to breathe.
“Come in,” she said finally.
- Writer
