Diana
Somehow I was close to the weekend. I was walking down the hallway when Sydney suddenly shook my whole body.
"Diana! Why didn't you tell me you had such a hottie of an art professor?"- she squealed.
"I thought you already knew. The girls are going bonkers about him you know."
"And you are one of those girls too I presume?"
"Not really. Yeah he is hot as hell but not the type to make me go crazy in love."- I said casually.
"Define crazy."- Sydney said, standing in front of me with her arms crossed.
"Crazy as in how much I love you and how much I love books and other stuff."
"When you say things like that, I can't even argue further anymore."- she hugged me then.
"Syd, I need oxygen. I'm late for the hot teacher class."- I tried to speak from her tight grip, cutting out oxygen from me.She let me go then. We said goodbye and I headed to Mr. Drewmont's class.
He was still on attendance when I got there. I took my usual seat at the back again and waited for the class to end. I continued to listen and focus and everything else but I wasn't enjoying it. It isn't very normal to try to focus on a teacher with whom you had the best sex of your life.
"Listen up people. I know it's the weekend but I have this teeny tiny assignment for you guys. Paint or draw or sketch something. Anything you like. You can even bring up social issues. Nobody is going to mind. Okay? And before the ladies ask, no, you can not draw, paint or sketch me."- Mr. Drewmont spoke in literally a single breath.Everybody groaned and whimpered. I had to say I didn't hate the idea of it. I wasn't busy or anything anyways.I left the campus early as I didn't have any other classes that day.
I took the bus to the library for my shift there. There wouldn't be many people in the library on a Friday so I took my assignment along with me. When I reached there, I was fairly right. Only a handful of people sat there in the library. Nobody I knew though.I began working on it when I heard someone walk into the library. I didn't look up thinking it must be one of the regular people there.
"Ms. Hart. I didn't know you worked here"- came his voice, all deep and sultry.I looked up from my stuff and there he was. The gray eyes and smooth hair. Except now they were put together perfectly instead of being messy. He had taken off his coat, which rested on his arm and his shirt stretched tightly across his muscular chest.
My eyes lingered on him for more than just a few seconds before I spoke again."Mr. Drewmont! The last person I'd be hoping to see here."- I said, half surprised, half amused.
"I thought I needed a new library."- he sighed.
"And I thought I was being stalked."- I joked.
"No No No Ms. Hart. I assume you remember my penthouse?"- he asked with amusement in his voice."How could I forget?""Well I moved there about a month ago and my previous library was very very distant from my place. So I decided to find a new one. Of course after the membership ended in the previous one."- he explained, going on with his rambling again. I nodded along with his words. "Conclusion: I'd like a membership here please. What do I fill out?" -he asked, finally stopping.
"Here. Let me get that for you."I helped him with all the things he needed. I even showed him around the library and recommended books to him."Thank you Ms. Hart. You're certainly good at your job."- he said, filling out the last few things.
"You are welcome."- I smiled and went back to working on my assignment.
"If you don't mind me asking, is that for the assignment?"- he asked, placing his elbows on the desk.
"Yep."- I shrugged. "My weekend plans are always working on homework and painting something that doesn't even have a topic."
"I'll be waiting for it."- he chucked and went to shelves.I stood there motionless for a minute, immediately missing his voice. His presence. His everything. I didn't know why would my brain function like that. We only had a one night stand and now he's my teacher. I should have been running away from him for fuck's sake but I was not. I kinda liked being with him. Maybe I need a therapist. Or maybe he just needs to stop being so hot.
I spent the rest of the day working on my assignment, occasionally looking over at him for quick glances. He had put his glasses on and looked like the sexiest being alive. I could definitely see why students had crushed on their teachers now. I think I had a crush on my teacher now.
I tried my best to focus on the report and eventually made it halfway through it when it was time for closing. I looked around for people but the only person there was Mr. Drewmont. He was so absorbed in something he was reading that he didn't even see me approaching him.
"Mr. Drewmont?"- I tapped on his shoulder when he didn't hear me.
"Yes?"- he said, pulling down his glasses to the edge of his nose.
"We're closing in five minutes.""Good lord I didn't realize that time went by so fast. Let me just put these back."
"Sure. I'll assist you to it."- I smiled at him. He smiled back and thanked me. I helped him put his books back, noticing that most of them were about old paintings and even older paintings. It looked like he was looking for something in them. We walked to the shelves and put the books back in their place. I couldn't reach one of the top shelves so I raised to my toes. But that didn't help either. Fuck it. What was the point of being 5'6? That's exactly why I preferred heels. Mr. Drewmont turned towards me and laughed ever so slightly.
"Here. Let me help you."- he came up behind me and took the book from my hands, his fingers grazing mine lightly. I could feel his large body behind mine as he moved to put the book back. For a second, my mind got caught up in the flashbacks from the night. Good stuff. I thanked him and we went out of the library only to find that it was raining like crazy. And it was surprisingly dark when it shouldn't have been that much. Looked like there was about to be a storm. I checked the time and it was already past the last bus schedule. How long was I even in there with Mr. Drewmont?
"Of course it had to rain."- Mr. Drewmont sighed.
"Yeah. It had to."- I sighed too.
"How will you get home Ms. Hart? I don't see you moving."- he turned to me.
"I don't know. I guess I'll call a cab or something. I missed the bus."- I told him, already fiddling with the cab apps on my phone.
"It doesn't sound very safe."
"What else can I do?"
"I'll walk you home if you're okay with that. I didn't bring my car but I do have an umbrella with me."- he said taking out an umbrella from a bag he was holding.
"Ummm... Thanks. I owe you one."- I kinda bowed and did a curtsy but not all the way down.
"LOL. You don't have to do that."- he laughed.I quietly stood there and waited for him to proceed. He opened his umbrella and I quickly got into it beside him. We had to stand really close to fir his large frame and my tiny one in the umbrella. It was a quite walk to my apartment, but the noise of the rain kept up with us. It was only getting worse now. The water onlycame down more mercilessly now. Thankfully we reached my place very quickly. The weather didn't look like it would let Mr. Drewmont survive. Should I ask him to stay?
