Talk To Me

Oliver

Ada stands over me, giggling to herself as she thinks about the other night. "That was awesome." She laughs, holding her stomach as it begins to hurt.

She's been laughing for three minutes over the drag show thing. She loved it. She snorts which makes her laugh even harder and double over, getting a laugh out of me. "It's that funny, huh?"

She nods, not able to breathe. "It was hilarious." Her voice is high pitched because of her lack of oxygen. Her laugh drowns out the song PLW by Leon Thomas playing faintly through my class speakers.

I continue laughing at her until she takes a deep breath to calm down and stares at me once she's able to stand up. She takes a few steps toward me then looks down at my legs and grins. "Perfect." I give her a confused look before she steps between my legs and looks down at me, her dark woody scent filling my nose.

I look up at her and put my hands on my upper thighs, knowing what she wants. I watch as her lips make an O shape and she scrunches her nose up. "Beau Ner was right." She says.

I bust out laughing at the name and wipe my hand across my nose to stop myself. "About what?" I ask as I keep looking up at her.

"How hot you look when you do this." She gently bites down on her bottom lip.

I raise an eyebrow, alarmed. "Back up." Although I'm flattered, I can't let her think it's okay.

"Why?" She pouts.

"A student shouldn't be calling me hot, Ada." I explain.

"But it's true." She doesn't move, but leans down and puts a hand on the back of my office chair so that our faces are close together.

"The semesters almost over." She whispers, her eyes landing on my lips. "We're both adults."

She's right. The semester is over in a month. Does that make this okay? Not really. "I thought I've made it clear that I'm not interested in you." I whisper back before putting my hand around her chin and pushing her backwards.

She just smirks. "That was hot."

"Ada." I drop my entertained face and tone, trying to become serious.

"You don't think I catch the looks you give me?" She asks. "Mr. Levine, look at what I'm wearing."

I slowly look her up and down. She's wearing a navy green leather skirt that is, once again, too short, and a black tube top with a cropped burnt orange cardigan over it. She looks good. The cardigan being short shows off the curve of her hips, which I know she wants. That and the thin material of her tube top shows just about every detail of her full breasts. "You look good, Ada. Burnt orange is your color."

"Yeah? Is that why you bit your lip?" She giggles, stepping closer to me again.

I realize that I had in fact bit my lip. Not being able to hide what I'm thinking is a curse. "Well, when your boobs are on display, what do you expect a man to do?" I tease.

"Oh, so you like it?"

I roll my eyes. "You could say that." I don't give her a definitive answer. I don't need to. I turn to look at my computer but she spins my chair around which gets a hard sigh from me as I look up at her.

She stands over one of my legs and grabs my hands, putting them on her hips. I immediately pull back. "Ms. Ford, that's inappropriate." I cough, not knowing whether to be appalled or turned on. Appalled. She's my student.

"It's after hours. No one is going to be here at 7 pm." She defends herself.

"My doors open." I shrug, not caring to move my leg from under her.