FOUR.

MICHAEL

          I have no business being where I am right now but the emotional part of me won when contemplating this issue. It has always been like that when it comes to the pretty professor with red hair, she’s the reason I am not in my department right now , she’s the reason even though my major is Computer engineering with a minor in economics I am taking a literature class

      I felt her before I saw her , she has a certain effect on me he immediately becomes the only thing that exist in my world , the sparkle in her emerald eyes when she talks about something she really likes , the way she bites her lips when excited , the light brush of her hair against her face before she sweeps it back with her hand , how perfectly her dress drapes over her body , I see everything , notice everything about her

     I don’t know what she and the other professor are talking about but I didn’t like the way she’s smiling at him , I only want her to smile at me , I want to be reason why she’s smiling. I can see the way the guys blushing and fawning over her , I don’t blame him she’s fucking perfect . I couldn’t stop staring at her as she walked down the hall

       The moment her gaze met mine , I saw the flicker of recognition in those emerald eyes and how fast she looked away , the rise of color to her cheek . I couldn’t stop my lips from lifting up, she remembers the kiss and it has an effect on her , she felt something, she’s feeling something.

“Professor Townsend “

She glanced up sharply and glared at me before she curtly responds

“Hello”

She briskly walk away from as of she couldn’t get away fast enough

“Cute “

I want to eat her up.

RED

       Okay forget everything I said , It’s not gonna be easy to stay away from him cause tell me why this deliciously looking man is sitting at the front roll in my class , he has on a white shirt and black pant very casual but he couldn’t look more perfect. He sits like a king , the moment you step in the lecture hall he’s the first person you will notice , he has ink on his hands they run down to his fingers and up his shoulders, he sits straight, regal despite the funny way his legs are folded due to his height. He’s a sight

“ so the poem is …” I glanced at him again against my better judgement, he’s staring back at me . I looked away quickly

“The poem is written by Robert Browning” another glance at him , he smirks at me as if aware of how much his presence is affecting me

“ professor Townsend are you ok?”

“ uhnnn yes “ my voice came out small , I cleared my throat and resisted the urge to glance at Michael again “yes I am Adams “

“ That can’t be right professor “ The crispy, clear voice heavy with accent made me freeze for a few seconds before looking at him

“ Yes I am “ the fact that my voice came out clear and not shaky is a miracle

“It doesn’t quiet look like it , your face is as red as your hair “ He leaned back in his sit , his gaze held mine , he has a smile on his face , a small smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes , he’s teasing me

“ I am, it’s just hot “ I looked away from him , I don’t like this

I could feel his gaze on me

“Right then” he replies calmly

The rest of the class was torture, it was unbearable. I had to fight the urge to not look at him something I keep failing at and he made sure I saw him the entire time , it was so too much that I basically ran out of there immediately the class ended

   I am so relieved I got out of that class , I thought I was gonna die .

    I walk as fast as my legs could carry be to my office packed up my bag and left . Thank God I had only one class today

He’s definitely not gonna be in my next class

***

   I really need to stop believing in stuff cause I left the house today in a cherry mood thinking , affirming to my self that Michael isn’t going to be in my class only to be slapped in the face again

“Good morning student “

I didn’t hear their response, couldn’t even bother to hear because here he is again in my class sitting in the front row smiling at me

“Good morning professor”

I couldn’t take it anymore, he’s got to go

“Excuse me students , come with me to my office Michael “

He stood up and wakes to me , towering over me , eyes glistering mischievously

“Yes professor “ he responds holding my gaze

He collected my book and bag from me “ Ladies first “

He’s voice washed over me , it felt so good . Arghhh curse his British ass , I didn’t say anything just led the way to my office, I didn’t look back at him so as not to waver I didn’t trust myself not to melt in those beautiful dark eyes

“come in “ I ushered him in as I stepped into my office “close the door after you “

His presence immediately filled my office, the peculiar woodsy scent he has filled the air . I felt small in my own space , I made the mistake of looking back at him he’s tall and pretty and his eyes they are beautiful

“You have beautiful eyes” I blurted out before I could catch myself, I covered my mouth and looked away , heat rushed to my cheeks in embarrassment , I heard him chuckle

“ Thank you for the compliment professor Townsend “

I cleared my throat

“Sit” I hurried to my chair , glad at the table separating us

He sits down eyes trained on me

“What is your major?” I tried to make my voice as firm and stern as u could

“Computer Engineering “

What the hell, what’s he doing here then disrupting my life

“ and your minor ?”

“Economics”

This little brat , what’s he doing here

“ Tell me the what are you doing in literature class “

“I just have a love for literature “ he has a grin on his face , he seems relax and unbothered , it bothered me, why is he unbothered but I am bothered , irritated I slammed my hand in the table leaning forward

“Are you playing with me?”

He didn’t respond, he leaned forward holding my gaze he picked a strand on his hair sprawled in the table

“You have beautiful hair “

He caught me off guard , I became speechless. His gaze felt hot , I could feel the heat in his eyes

“I’m not playing with you “

I do not feel reassured by his response, the intensity of his gaze didn’t reduce , I couldn’t look away I felt like a little rabbit in front of a tiger, like I’m about to be devoured

I pulled back away from him , looking everywhere but where he is , he has to leave my class he’s disrupting my carefully crafted life , this peaceful life I finally have after so many years

“You can’t be in my class”

“why?, are you opposed to a diligent student like me gaining more knowledge “

This little brat…..

“You have to register for the course first “ that’s one way to get him out .

“Already did that “

“Uhnn what?, how ?” he’s probably lying you have to register for your course at the beginning of the semester not in the middle , it won’t even be approved

“I am a registered student of the literature class”

 He’s lying, he has to be lying. I picked up the phone in my office and made a call the Student affairs office

“Hi, it’s professor Townsend I need the list of the students registered for my class, ok thank you “

I ended the call “ I’m giving you a chance to come clean, there’s no use lying to me “ I tried to goard him , just so he could leave

He didn’t respond.

      My computer lights up as the document is sent to me , I opened it

Without looking at him I asked , “what’s your surname?”

“Dew, Michael Dew “

My hand froze on the keyboard, I looked at him “Dew? “

Just great, just freaking great , how perfect is my luck that I am saddled with Michael freaking Dew

        After the conversation I heard the break room among the other lecturers, curious I asked around about Michael Dew and apparently he’s a fucking billionaire and he’s just 23 . I looked away from him blinking rapidly trying to see if this is a dream , I went through the list and truly his name is there , of course it will be he’s freaking Michael Dew he could do anything he wants

“It turns out you aren’t lying “

“I could have told you that but you wouldn’t believe me “

I glared at him , I wanna smash the pretty face into my table . He grinned at me

“ you can leave “

He stood up and leaned over the table, towering over me “you look cute when you are upset , like a little kitten “

I wanna kiss him , I wanna taste those lips again I haven’t been able to get our last kiss out of my head . I licked my lips , his eyes skid down to my lips.

I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing as me , all I need to do is pucker my lips up a bit and our lips will touch , he stares back into my eyes

“ You should be careful professor, a little kitten like you could be easily eaten” and just like that he left

I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

I hurriedly packed my books and left the office to class , before stepping into the class I took a deep breath,

“Here goes nothing”

But he’s not here, he’s not sitting in the familiar front row seat smiling at me , good riddance

I’m so happy he’s not here

Liar

I felt hollow through out the class, I kept glancing at the door, it’s probably because I can’t wait to leave the class, it’s definitely not because of a six foot four boy with dark hair and ever darker eyes

Oh my God, I need to get this young man out of my system

As I walked back to my office, I texted Alice

Me : Let’s have a night out today

Alice : I’m down, I’m off today

Me : the club

Alice : ouuu someone is sex starved

Me : shut up.

All this is probably because I have had sex in years , maybe if I have sex I won’t feel like this

Just maybe .