He Left Me Breathless

Criado

The mobile screen is illuminated with the notification sign and the vibration for a message revives me from pondering the enigma that is Oh Sehun. I felt the beginnings of a nasty headache creep along the base of my neck, when the missive from the Administrative aid requests the attendance of students from the B Section at the college in exactly an hour.

Are they kidding me?

I had just dusted off the grueling duty of being a Secretary and the utter mortification to getting caught in an extremely compromising situation. Not too long ago I realized I was a bloody peeping Tom and didn’t need their help in piling on to the misery. I was doing spectacularly well by myself.

I log in to the chat group created by the sophomores to confirm the timetable and the dance slot is green. I refresh the tab frequently but it remains glaringly highlighted.  Gosh dang it.

What good fortune to be blessed abundantly with his Majesty’s existence for nearly 24 hours.

An absolute fucking joy!

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Not.

The Gods were seriously testing my patience. Wasn’t it enough bearing him in the office that now I have to endure him during the class! My straying nerves were still reeling from the drop of temptation I had tasted, allowing the dark pools of desire to deepen unpredictably.

What had that been about?

Why had I reacted to the proximity between our bodies and sought the touch that was so unknown yet inquisitive?

It was perfectly meaningless and mischievous until I began wishing the heat linking our skin beneath the layers of clothes lingered and seeped into me. This burning reminder etched in my memory didn’t make any sense whatsoever just as the longing that accompanied it.

I disliked him intensely.

But not his soft strokes.

I loathed the mien of arrogance he wore confidently.

But not the trivial embrace.

I was repelled by his condescending attitude.

But was only enticed by his smug teasing.

At least that is what I had been led to believe by my emotions.

However, the moan I had almost released while his fingers caressed my jaw was nothing short of a denial to the very statement I had placed my faith in.

Honestly, I had dated my fair share of men and blissfully indulged in many sexual experiences with them. But none of those shallow flings had ever sparked this confusion or this self-consciousness, which was frightening considering the fact that he was my boss and my teacher.

I mean I have done plenty of stupid things in my life but having the hots for Mr. Oh was by far the stupidest of them all.

I clock out and stand idle on the pavement contemplating whether to attend or fake an excuse when a sleek, black, Porsche parks in the lane. I step behind cautiously and someone walks past. That someone is the man currently filling my imagination and it sends a thread of awareness through me.

No. Nope. Nada. That’s definitely a negative. 

I was not aware of him and I would not be aware of him.

After a great deal of ‘paying no attention’ to me he acknowledges that I exist and gives me the once over silently. Obviously I am only able to observe this from the corner of my eyes (damn near dislodging them), unwilling to return the gesture. My cheeks burn with barely restrained excitement and the discomfort in my stomach grows.