"Rosalie, can you stay behind? I need to discuss something with you."
She nodded, watching as the last student filed out. The door opened again, and Federico, Massimo's best friend, entered, locking the door behind him. Her pulse quickened.
"Hello...
There were a lot of things that drew me to Rosalie. Her beauty, her personality, her body, and her smarts. She is an exceptionally intelligent student. I love the way she bites her lips when she's deep in thought or when she avoids eye contact with me out of nervousness. The more I see her every day in class, the more I learn about her. She intrigues me, and one thing about me is I always get what I want, even if it's forbidden.
As I watched her during our lecture, I felt an undeniable pull. Her focus, her subtle gestures, and the way she absorbed every word I said were captivating. Today, I'd decided to speak with her after class about her recent paper, which had impressed me significantly. Her insights were not just intelligent but also daringly original.
When I called her to stay behind yesterday , I saw her hesitation and annoyance. I knew she'd be anxious about this. It was part of what made her fascinating her vulnerability mixed with a fierce intellect. As she approached me yesterday , I could sense her nerves, which only added to my desire to understand her better.
In our private conversation, I let my gaze linger longer than usual. I watched as her cheeks flushed slightly, and she struggled to maintain composure. It was then that I let slip that Italian phrase, "Fanculo la tua bellezza." It was a test, a way to see how she would react to something so intimately provocative yet veiled in a language she didn't fully understand. Her startled reaction only intensified my interest.
Her beauty was truly captivating. Her rich brown skin seemed to radiate warmth, especially when illuminated by the light. The way it glistened hinted at how stunning she must look under the sun. She was shorter than me, which meant I had to look down to meet her gaze.
Her figure was curvaceous in all the right ways her breasts, hips, and thighs perfectly balanced. The thought of her thighs, so inviting and strong, stirred a visceral reaction in me, leaving me unable to ignore the desire that surged through me. Her eyes, deep and expressive, had the power to make any man fall at her feet. I knew I would do so without a second thought.
As much as I tried to deny it, I was developing strong feelings for her, feelings I wasn't ready to fully confront yet.
Later, as I reviewed her work, my thoughts kept returning to our exchange. Her intelligence was undeniable, but it was her reaction her unspoken response to my words that intrigued me the most. I found myself drawn to her even more, eager to explore the boundaries between academic respect and personal attraction.
I couldn't ignore the fact that my feelings for Rosalie were deepening. This was new for me. I was accustomed to professional boundaries, but with her, those lines seemed to blur. The allure of something forbidden made the chase all the more thrilling.
