I Am His Muse(Matt Bomer As Prof Grey)

First Meeting

I was only nineteen when I met him- my Mr. Grey. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen as if sculpted by the finest artisans in the world.
It was my second year in college and the beginning of the fall semester and horribly I was late. The empty corridor echoed with my bustling footsteps as I almost ran with the schedule in my hand. I stopped in front of a closed door panting for breath. It was my classroom but the voice that came from behind the door filled my ears. It was a deep, enchanting, masculine voice with a sophisticated undertone of British accent. So stylish it made me pause for a minute and imagine of it's owner.
I bit my lip unconsciously at the sudden thought of a well-built, handsome man with that voice..... Wow ,just delicious. Only then was I interrupted. The teacher opened the door. Holy moly..... I fumbled for words and for an instance acting stupidly I apologised"Oops sorry to disturb I was just looking for my classroom. "
I could hardly speak. Holy mosses! This man in front of me is so beautiful . My jaw dropped open as I stared right into his eyes . Am I actually dreaming? He snapped me out of reality "Miss can I help you? "
His eyes glowed in amusement and an unknown delight crept into his smile. I could well and properly feel the crimson rising in my cheeks. I tried to look away and answered
"Oh yes! Ummm... I am looking for the English class. "
He grabbed the schedule from my hands and accidently his fingers brushed against mine. Oh my god... I am going to die. I just met this really beautiful man and he has this effect on me-"electrifying"!!!!
I was somehow unaware of the fact that students were eyeing us. I kept on staring at this magnificent specimen of the ideal man . His eyes went through the paper and with the same unknown delight and amusement in his glowering, beautiful eyes he looked at me. He was able to recognise the effect he was having on me and that made me blush even more. 'Where to hide now! '
The voice began to speak but this time it was full of hope and happiness-"I see, miss, you have been assigned to my class and as we can all see you are late. "
Suddenly it appeared to me that this man is going to be my professor for the rest of the semester and I unconsciously bite my lip. It was not as though I didn't know that he is my teacher but as if I have been too engrossed in my reveries to even notice that.
"Please step inside " He moved aside making way for me and as I walk past him the intoxicating smell of his cologne hits me. I don't stop on my tracks but still close my eyes and whiff the ambrosial scent of him and let myself be lost. It was a spicy, leathery fragrance and musk aftershave and I was lost. The voice spoke from behind me"Miss as a punishment I want you in the first row. "
I turned around. The delight in his face was gone. It was calm, composed but with a latent amusement in it. I moved in the first row right in front of his desk.
           Indeed it is a punishment to sit in the front row right under his supervision and not being able to touch his tantalizing form.
"Lucky enough we were just introducing ourselves and that I haven't moved on with the course. "
I tried to keep my head in the present.
"Anyways I am Professor Grey. Christian Grey. "
Uffff! Why does everything about him has to be this perfect even the name is so beautiful.
"May we know your name ,miss? "
I stood up but deep down I am trembling. I avoided his gaze and looking down at my fingers I told with my composed voice"Angea.Angea Fraser. "
His eyes glowered once again. 'Oh what would I give to see those eyes. '
As he began with his lecture I tried to accentuate the angelic features of this man.
He is tall, in fact very tall  six feet for sure, with well-built shoulders and deep, blue eyes which were a contrast to his name-'grey'. And his dark, brown, messy hair brushed with gel complimented his eyes even more. Those eyes were strikingly beautiful. They were alluring, intimidating. His jawline was the second most striking feature which bore a little ,sexy stubble. He was quite stylish and tasteful. His dark blue suit was well pressed and stiffly hung on to his broad chest and shoulders. There was something enigmatic in this man. His cologne, his voice everything was perfect.
He paced around the class using appropriate hand gestures to validate his point occasionally looking at me making me freeze. I continued looking at the blackboard to avoid his gaze.
"The class is dismissed. " I stepped into reality back.  It is going to be a tough semester.
I was about to leave the room when I was paused by the same, masculine voice "umm Miss Fraser, please try to be on time from the next class."He licked his lips while staring into my hazel eyes. I drink in the divine essence of his smell and astounding features and his great height towering above me. Now he seems to have recovered from his thoughts and grabs his stuff and leaves his scent drifting me with him.
I stare wide-eyed at the open door trying to think what all happened since the morning and of course my enigmatic professor.