Professor Styles

Chapter 10

Monday morning came once again. 

I have him today. In an hour. My body is filled with excitement. Butterflies. I feel like a giddy 15 year old girl. Come on, Elizabeth. Snap out of it. You're an adult. 

I look outside of my small window to be greeted by glorious sun. Perfect. I wear a navy blue dress. Small straps and quite tight fitting. A- line towards the bottom though. I pair it with small wedges. I want him to notice me. To find me tempting. Irresistible. I want everything to happen with him. He may be older. Dangerous. Even my professor. I don't care though, it adds to my excitement. He's perfect. I grab a banana for breakfast and a coffee and head out the door. Eleanor must have already left.

As I approach the building where Harry's room is, Eleanor comes up behind me.

"Hey!" She says in a happy tone. "You still haven't told me about your date the other night. I want details later. You need to tell me everything." She gives me a wink. 

"Okay, deal." I smile back. 

It's different today. We just walk in the room, no false 'hello, Mr Styles' from everyone. He's already inside the room, talking with another professor. An older man of around 60. I hadn't seen him before. He's slightly balding, sharp suit, very professional. 

He still glances over at me though, Mr Styles that is. His eyes dart up and down my body in a millisecond. Unnoticed by everyone else in the room but me. I smirk and look away. 

The other professor, though much older, seems to smile at Mr Styles a lot. As if he's trying to make him like him. Wanting his approval. Mr Styles remains cold, hard. Professional. 

It's interesting to see the way he interacts with other members of staff. It's strange seeing him like this. Like a proper member of staff. Not like the Mafia boss I saw the other night beating a man to death. Not like the man kissing me. Touching me. 

He glances over again when he sees me watching him. We hold each other's stare for a moment. Not long enough to catch the attention of anyone else, but long enough to make my heart thump. He does things to me I can't explain. I've never felt such strong attraction towards someone. Such a strong want. He's a drug.

My very own drug.

The balding professor thanks Mr Styles profusely. He begins to walk out the room, still thanking him and apologizing for interrupting. I almost think he may get down and bow to him. He doesn't. 

I roll my eyes. He's just a man. It annoys me that everyone tip-toes around him, sucking up to him and begging for approval. 

He's watching me. He raises an eyebrow slightly. 

I raise my eyebrow back. Sending a short, flirty smile. 

He bites his lip. 

The lecture carries on. He's talking about Pride and Prejudice. I love the novel. 

I zone back into the lecture, reminding me I needed to stop zoning out. "...as you now know, it's a story of a fictional type of love, class and reputation. Or, in other words, a load of crap that sets up false dreams to the poor." He finishes with a slight laugh.

I can't help myself, "Or, you clearly misunderstand every element of the novel."

I hear gasps. Heads snap towards me in shock. Are they serious? Does no one really have the balls to speak up at all?

His eyebrow raises again.

"Oh really? You don't agree then, Miss Middleton, that Elisabeth Bennett is an irritating and gutless woman and everything that happened in her life was down to luck." His smirk grows, clearly trying to spark a reaction.