Teasing Miss Bullock (TeacherxStudent/gxg)

| Chapter 11: Flames of Infatuation

As we stepped into the hotel lobby, I found myself trailing behind Sandra, feeling like a lost puppy following its owner. She led the way with an air of authority, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor.

Upon entering the room, Sandra wasted no time in assigning beds. "This bed is yours, and the other is mine," she declared, her tone sharp and commanding.

I couldn't help but bristle at her curt manner. "I believe it is," I retorted, my words tinged with sarcasm, earning me a sharp glare from Sandra.

Undeterred, I followed her into the en-suite bathroom, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the awkward tension between us. As she rattled off instructions, I couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance. Did she think I was incapable of figuring things out on my own?

"I guess you can figure out everything, it's not like you were just born, right?" she quipped, her words laced with biting sarcasm.

Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I surveyed the room with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The beige color scheme and warm lighting gave the space a cozy ambiance, but the atmosphere between Sandra and me was anything but comfortable.

Turning to face Sandra, I found her watching me closely, her gaze penetrating and unreadable. Caught off guard, I held her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, feeling a strange flutter in my chest.

Why did she have to make me feel like this? Despite my best efforts to resist, I couldn't deny the pull she had on me, even if pursuing anything beyond a teacher-student relationship was out of the question.

Gush I sounds like a whore planning to beckons her victim, eww

I jump a bit as she snaps her fingers in front of me, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Miss Fernandez," she says, her voice cutting through the silence with a hint of irritation. Her eyebrow furrows, and I can't help but feel a twinge of fear, even though I'm not entirely sure what I'm afraid of.

"Yes! Uhhm... sorry," I stammer, my words coming out in a rush as I try to regain my composure.

Without another word, she turns away and heads to the bathroom to change. I sigh inwardly, realizing that I'll have to wait for her to finish since we only have one bathroom between us.

As Sandra disappeared into the bathroom, I took a moment to glance around the hotel room. It was cozy yet elegantly furnished, with warm beige tones accentuated by soft, yellowish lighting that cast a soothing glow across the space. Snow-white bulbs hung from the ceiling, adding a touch of whimsy to the room's ambiance.

The furniture was tastefully arranged, with plush armchairs and a comfortable-looking sofa arranged around a sleek coffee table. A large window overlooked the bustling city streets below, offering a panoramic view of the vibrant cityscape.

On one wall, a framed painting depicted a serene countryside scene, with rolling hills and lush greenery stretching as far as the eye could see. A small desk nestled in the corner held a collection of brochures and maps, inviting exploration and adventure.

Despite the luxurious surroundings, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that hung in the air. The tension between Sandra and me lingered like a heavy cloud, casting a shadow over the otherwise inviting atmosphere.

When Sandra emerges from the bathroom, fully clothed with damp hair cascading around her shoulders, I can't help but steal a glance. Immediately, she catches me and raises an eyebrow, her expression cold and unreadable. "Found what you needed to see?" she asks, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"I'm sorry," I mumble, feeling a flush of embarrassment for being caught staring, before quickly retreating into the bathroom.

Finally alone, I take a moment to relax and indulge in a long, soothing shower. Afterward, I slip into my most comfortable clothes—an oversized V-neck shirt and black leggings—before pulling my hair into a messy bun. Opting for a light layer of aloe vera oil instead of lotion, I revel in the refreshing sensation it leaves on my skin.