A Classroom Affair

Chapter 4

I return to the classroom to find that Calum is no longer there. I breathe a sigh of relief, but it's short-lived when I see Ashton sitting on top of his desk with his arms crossed—a displeased look on his face.

"What took you so long?" he inquires in a low voice, his tone a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

"Oh, I met your friend, Luke. Well, technically, I tripped over him, but anyway, he seems nice. The printer was acting up. Here," I ramble on nervously as Ashton slowly walks towards me. He takes the stack of papers and discards them on his desk without a word, continuing to stand with his arms crossed. I get the idea that he's upset about something but isn't voicing it. I close the distance between us, and I notice him tense up. Tentatively I reach my hand out and tug on his stubbly chin, forcing him to look down at me. He doesn't flinch away; instead, he continues to gaze at me with dark, brooding eyes.

"What's wrong?" I ask, worried that something happened while I was gone.

"Close the door, Scarlett," he says quietly.

Shit.

I hesitate, then turn away to follow his command. The door closing echoes throughout the silent room, reminding me of how truly alone I am with my professor.
A sense of unease settles in the pit of my stomach, mixed with a twist of excitement. I stand still momentarily, my back to Ashton, too nervous to face whatever might come next. However his approaching footsteps spark my curiosity, and I slowly turn around to meet his gaze. I watch as my professor stalks over to me. He takes slow, calculated strides, his tall frame looming over me. Instinctively, I take a few steps back until I hit the door, trapped between it and his imposing presence.
Ashton closes the distance until I feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. My lips part, but no words escape. The sudden closeness of his body overwhelms me, yet I don't feel uncomfortable. He slowly places his hands on the door on either side of my head, effectively trapping me with his body. My heartbeat quickens, and my breathing becomes heavy. That familiar buzz of exhilaration fills me, and I realize I'm scared in the best way possible. Ashton leans down, his soft lips finding their way to my ear, and my whole body arches forward to connect with his. We're so close that our chests rise and fall in unison, the heat between us palpable.

"Before we continue, darling, I need to know you want this as much as I do. Do you consent to me touching you?" he purrs in my ear, his words sending a shiver down my spine, almost causing me to collapse right then and there.

"Yes," I stammer, unable to hide how flustered I am. Ashton seems to like that answer but doesn't move from his position, which makes me want to whine. I'm so desperate for him to do something, anything. He watches me squirm against the door, seemingly enjoying the slow burn of whatever is happening between us. "Sadist," I think to myself, amused and frustrated by his teasing.

"I don't appreciate you being such a tease to my friend. Right in front of me? That wasn't very nice." The older man tugs on my chin, forcing me to look up at him, mirroring the gesture I made to him earlier. For a moment, I'm too stunned by his words to speak. They echo around in my mind.

"I'm sorry, sir." I look up at him with those doe eyes that he seems to like so much. Having him this close is addicting. I want more of him, but I'm too scared to move. The way he's looking at me has me feeling like a deer in the headlights. Or it's as if he's devouring me with his eyes, a skill he's perfected to have this effect on me.

"You seem scared, darling, are you?" he asks in a husky voice, his eyes roaming my face.

"Of course not, should I be?" I reply, tipping my chin up in defiance, but my voice falters, and he sees right through my act.

Ashton chuckles lowly, and with our proximity, it sends reverberations throughout my body. My body hums, wanting more of him.
Ashton gets even closer and looks down at me through his lashes; strands of his curly hair fall into my face. There's a devilish grin on his face that can only mean trouble.