Office Hours

7 | the p a n i c

| Z O Y A |

     SITTING ATOP ALEXI'S DESK, Zoya was a blushing mess.

He had his hands on her waist while he stood between her legs, kissing her neck and fondling her breasts.

"Alexi," she said, breathing heavily and laying a hand on his chest. Feeling hard muscle, she caressed it, almost tempted to tell him to undress so she could see what hid underneath. Snapping back to reality, she craned her neck away from him. "We can't right now."

"Unfortunately," he said, rubbing her bare thighs with his calloused hands. Slipping a hand beneath her skirt, he toyed with the waistband of her panty, fingers inching dangerously close to her heat.

"Alexi," she said with a laugh, pushing his hand away and hopping off the table. "I have track practice after school and I don't want to be limping."

"It'll happen eventually," he teased.

Seeing the smirk on his face made her playfully roll her eyes. Grabbing her bag, she turned to face him. She tipped up for a kiss, gasping when he wrapped a hand around her neck and deepened their kiss.

Getting lost, the voice at the back of her head screamed at her again. This time, it didn't say, 'Zoya, find another solution to ace your class'. No, this time it asked, 'Zoya, why's he so bold?'

Because he wants me, she answered her own thoughts, lips tingling as he sucked on her tongue. Since she showed him her test results a few minutes ago, he'd been more open to touching her, especially because she had left him with an aching member on Saturday. She couldn't wait until their first time; she liked Alexi's attention, he knew how to make her feel pretty and wanted.

Pulling away despite not wanting to, she told him, "Have a good rest of your day, Professor."

"You too, Miss Brown," he said, stepping away.

Her smile faded a bit. She preferred to be called Zoya, but knew that this was how things had to be. This was, for lack of a better term, a business contract. Outside office hours, her name was Miss Brown and Alexi's was Professor.

Quickly recovering, she nodded then left the office and went to lunch. She found her table, smiling when she saw Alyssa fitting in nicely with her friends.

"Hey," she greeted Alyssa.

"Hey, where were you?" Alyssa pried.

"Had to stay after class," Zoya opted for a believable lie.

Professor Alexi, who was passing by, gave the table a nod of acknowledgement. Zoya did her best not to let her eyes lustfully trail after him, so she looked away to Alyssa who, if Zoya wasn't mistaken, seemed momentarily annoyed by Professor Alexi's presence.

Before Zoya could question it, Alyssa glanced at her watch then grabbed her bag before giving Zoya a hug. "I have to go. See you at the debate."

"Yav waa debate today?" questioned Malique.

"Yu know mi convince yu slow," Zoya retorted.

"Here they go again," Jacob said with a roll of his eyes.

"We're not talking to you or about you so we don't have to speak English," Malique said with a shrug. "Anyways, cuz. Mek mi know when yu ready and thing, mi will carry yu."

"I can take the school bus-" she said but was cut off by Malique's glare. "Fine! Mi love get chauffeur driven anyways."

"Dem things deh you like, man," he said, chuckling.