Professor Off Limits 소설 & 이야기

Not from my pride. He nods, slow and deliberate. The room seems to hold its breath, charged with something I can’t name. I need to leave. Delilah was right: this man could be my downfall if I’m not careful. Crushing on a professor is a disaster waiting to happen. One mistake and I’m screwed. “Thank you again,” I say, pointing toward the card on his desk, keeping my tone professional. “I’ll make sure my profile is in your email before the next lesson.”

“The only person noticing what isn't there is you Rosa” “You know know what I mean” “I actually don't” “You won't admit it” “There is nothing to admit” “Not yet” I froze. “What do you mean not yet, Rosa?” “You know..” “I actually don't. You come to my office and blow things out of proportion.” “Just know you are her professor, Adrian, and she is your student. They way you set boundaries with the others, maintain it” As Rosa stood up to leave, I caught a glimpse of Lily walking past my office. Had she come to check if I was okay?. The thought of it made my mind race.

said the professor. I smiled. That's correct. Get rid of that damn thing. That gay is too windy and too arrogant. Blake stopped walking. He turned around and I saw the familiar grin again. "Oh my gosh, is it true? Are you going to remove me? As far as I know when the professor is 15 minutes late to class it means...no more classes," Blake replied while smiling. "It looks like it's against the school law to do that Mr.," Blake added .

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

I retreated back on my seat, sharing a glance with Stephano who mirrored my expression. We both were caught red handed. “Uh. Sir we were discussing work?” His sentence came out more like a question. “Work? With her face in your neck?” Professor arched an eyebrow at me, expecting an answer. I gulped. “Well-" Before I could say anything further he stopped me with his hand in the midair. “I suggest you both try to keep your adult romance at bay in the class or I’ll have to kick you out.” He venomously rasped out in silence. The students were looking at us with an unreadable expression.

My breathing becomes harder and I clutch the desk-top in front of me to calm myself down. Professor Christian Lambert is still speaking so I do my best to pay attention. ”You can call me Professor Lambert and I’ll be taking you all on international studies from now,” the girls giggle and the boys go “Ahh.” We’re all excited. I’m not. I don’t know much about campus rules but I think fraternizing with a lecturer or a professor is not advised. Right? I can only hope he doesn’t remember who I am. He disappeared after giving me one of my best pleasures and it’s already been two weeks. There’s no way he’ll remember who I am.

If I could fly away from here for a month or two, I'd be tempted to leave as well. “I know I shouldn’t say this but,” he leans in, lowering his voice and gesturing for me to move closer, “If this is ever too much, I can help you get away." "What do you mean?" He can't be suggesting what I think he is suggesting. "This office doesn't have surveillance, I made sure of it when I started working here," the professor reveals, "So I'm going to tell you the truth about something I've been meaning to say for quite some time. I just didn't know how to approach it. When you were my student, I didn't say anything, because I didn't want you to assume anything about our relationship."

I shook off my stupid train of thought and focused on what Aunt Rachael was saying. “You will get over that feeling very soon. I promise you. There’s always a solution.” I liked her positivity, and in any other situation, it would have worked on me, but not this one. There was no way out, no solution. “They are both professors at my University. Both are nearly two decades older than me. Both are off-limits because the school doesn’t allow students and professors to have intimate relationships.” I explained to her. She went silent on me again. Maybe she was thinking I might have done it to up my grade or something.

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

"You coming? We're grabbing food." Jessica twirls a strand of hair around her finger, her eyes darting to Jerome. "Professor Laurent," she purrs, "are we free to go?" Jerome doesn't even look at her. His gaze lands on me. "Almost." The room goes quiet. Then he pushes off the desk and walks slow, deliberate until he's standing over my ruined sketch. His shadow swallows the paper. "Care to explain this, Miss Veldt?" I swallow. "It's... abstract."