Disobedience

Chapter 2: Do The Curtains Match The Drapes?

Kimberly Jane

I was expecting some tall, scrawny college kid but I was wrong

I'm not admiring him. God. No.

I guess, I was just surprised about the fact that this student's humongous, he must be a basketball player with that height. He also has a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm and lots of audacity.

The ticking of the clock filled the silence here at the Dean's office as we both sat on the visitor's chairs in front of her wooden desk. I am not usually uncomfortable with silence. In fact, I loved silence. I love how it allows me to gather my thoughts and relax or in some instances, I use it to intimidate my opponent in court.

But right now, I have zero thoughts.

All I know is that I am anything but relax. My posture might be straight and I might look unbothered as I sit a couple of feet next to him but my brain is racing with thoughts and I am hyper aware of every sense in my body.

I could smell his perfume, not the usual ones I am used to. Male lawyers always smell like leather and wool. His smell screams masculine; oakmoss and vetiver. It was subtle and yet my nostrils were filled with it.

I could also hint some tobacco, like he had just been smoking. Suddenly, my palate salivates as I smoke sometimes, too. When everything becomes too much. Of course, that's in secret. Father will have a heart attack if he finds out that cigarettes have been occasionally touching my lips since senior year of law school.

I could see him in my peripheral vision, manspreading and not even hiding the fact that he was burning the side of my face with his intense gaze.

It wasn't creepy, it's just an extremely cocky move. This is an anomaly. Everyone is scared of me, but not him.

Jeez, Dean. Out of all the days you had to be in the meeting, why does it have to be today?

"Kim—"

"Ms. Wencezlao." I corrected him with a firm tone.

"I call you Kimberly or Mrs. Pierceton. Your choice, Hottorney." He smirked.

Natigilan naman ako. The audacity of this boy is palpable!

"We are already in the Dean's office and yet you just couldn't stop yourself from digging a deeper hole for yourself, couldn't you, Mr. Pierceton?" I said through gritted teeth and met his gaze.

Suddenly, naughtiness glinted in his eyes.

"Oh, I can think of another hole I can get deeper in, Kimberly." He said, his voice deep and taunting.

I stifled a gasp.

"This time I won't be digging and you're right, Attorney. I won't be able to stop myself at all."

I turned away from him and stopped engaging to hide my pink cheeks.

Who the hell is this boy and why the fúck did he end up in my lecture hall?

The clock on the wall was still clicking as I felt his eyes on my hair.

"You know, I only sleep with brunette girls and I have never had a blond chick before."

I didn't answer and gritted my teeth.

"So, tell me, Attorney Kimberly, do the curtains match the drapes?" He maliciously asked.

Oh. God. My cheeks burned harder.

"Well, you don't have to answer that. I will find out for myself soon."

I shoot him a glare.

"God. You are so hot when you're mad." He grinned and even sat back to show me how comfortable he is with pissing me off.

"Please go to the disciplinary office now." I replied instead, attempting to keep my cool.

"I thought you're waiting to get me in trouble with the Dean?" He mockingly asked.

"Did I stutter, Mr. Pierceton?"

I gasped when he suddenly appeared in front of me. He put his big hands on either side of my chair as he crouched in front of me.

He was leaning closer, I swear I could see how green his eyes were. His scent filled my nose as that smug smirk marked his plump lips. I tried to turn as my face away but then his rough hand grabbed my jaw

The moment his fingertips touched my skin, Something electric jolted inside me, I gasped.

My heart thudded in panic. The Dean can walk in any second now and finding me in such a compromising position with a freshman student could get me in a shítton of trouble.

But his hold was firm, I couldn't stop him.

He leaned until I could feel his warmth radiating on me, his lips then touched my ear shell.

"No, Kimberly, you did not stutter. But you will when I am tongue deep in your pússy soon." He whispered before he pulled away leaving me wide eyed and flushed.

What the hell did just happen?!

Napalunok ako nang nakangisi siyang tumayo. He took his bag with him and headed out of the door like nothing happened.

It was only then I realized I was holding my breath the entire time he was close to me.

The vein in my temples are throbbing in anger and I am not concern if I get an aneurysm right now. What concerns me is that something else far down is throbbing because of him.