The Professor's Secret

Chapter 7 : Forbidden Embers

Nazia woke up early, dreading the Monday morning financial accounting lecture. She got dressed, had breakfast, and walked with Tanya to Professor Thanakrit's lecture room. As she entered, she avoided eye contact with Professor Lukas, her heart still racing from their previous encounter.

Nawin arrived, and the lecture began. Professor Lukas glanced at Nazia, but she refused to meet his gaze. The assignment handouts were distributed, and as Professor Lukas approached their table, Nazia's pulse quickened.

After the lecture, Professor Lukas asked Nazia to stay behind. "I won't be able to tutor you today, but I want to see you after your last lecture," he said, his eyes locked on hers. As she turned to leave, he kissed her cheek, whispering, "You can leave now, Miss Abdullah."

Nazia joined her friends in the cafeteria, trying to shake off the flutter in her chest. Later, after her last lecture, she knocked on Professor Lukas's office door. "Come in," he said, smiling.

"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Nazia asked, trying to sound calm.

"I noticed you pulling back from me, Nazia. Why?" he asked, his eyes searching hers.

"A relationship between us would be inappropriate and taboo," Nazia replied, trying to sound convincing.

Professor Lukas leaned forward, his eyes sparkling. "Why are you interested in an 18-year-old teenager? You can have any woman you want."

Nazia felt her cheeks flush. "I should probably get going," she said, trying to escape.

But Professor Lukas wasn't done. He walked towards her, his eyes locked on hers. He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin. Nazia's heart skipped a beat as he leaned in, his lips whispering against her neck.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," he whispered, his breath sending tingles down her skin.

Nazia's eyes fluttered closed as he continued to kiss her neck, his lips soft and gentle. She felt his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. The room around her melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment.

"I shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I know," he replied, his lips still on her skin. "But I can't help myself. I want you, Nazia."

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with desire. Nazia knew she should push him away, but her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch.