Professor Off Limits 소설 & 이야기

Giovanni. “To start off with things,” the professor spoke into the microphone, “a lecturer; Professor Ericson who taught Geography to all the students of all years, has been officially banned from coming to the school's premise, perhaps, forever. The event which occured over a week ago will have been formally announced but we, the authorities of the school, decided to keep it till this moment.” Murmurs broke out among the students, mostly of happiness. It seemed like no one liked the professor but his ‘mistress’, Chloe, who was stunned with her eyes fixed on the Dr. Giovanni.

I was not ready to tell her that I had slept with my professor who was a married man. I swallowed and shifted my gaze to Anthony who was standing before me with hands in his pockets and face blank. I looked past him to the students, wishing they would go back inside their rooms. I hated the audience we had and lord knows what Anthony wanted to do. “I… Can I help you, Professor Marison?” I asked with a heavy tongue. Anthony nodded firmly and looked away from me. I could see the struggle on his face. It was almost as if he was fighting himself from doing something wrong and I prayed he fought against it well.

I deserve an explanation for this. “Is the prof in?” I ask his assistant sitting at her desk outside his office. She gives me a once over, chewing the gum in her mouth loudly. “He’s in but he's not receiving visitors. State your business.” “How long till he can receive visitors?” I ask, what I have to say is to professor August. Why would he do this? Why would he victimise me like this? “Look, state your business and when he starts to receive visitors, I’ll inform him of it and if it’s important to him, you’ll get notified via the student portal to come back,” she says in a nonchalant tone.

I wasn’t really expecting anything but the atmosphere had become so condensed with sexual tension lately that I felt people would start making out in classes with the stares that went from one sex to the opposite. “I heard Professor Deric had to leave his office door open because he kept getting gifts dumped in front of his door.” “Really?” The girl stared the guy who’d spoken. “Yeah. I saw him moving some out of the way so he could just enter his office.” My eyes narrowed at the laughing pair. They hadn’t said anything wrong but it irked me that they thought such a situation was funny. I didn’t find it funny.

Even if I somehow overcame my aversion to my mate’s age, society wouldn’t accept us. My father wouldn’t accept us…. “Would you like to hear her entrance essay?” Augustus offered. “No…that’s enough.” “Well, then. What is your plan? You can’t ignore the poor girl forever.” “I can have her dropped from my courses.” “You could, except you will need to clear that with Dean Grey, and I’m 100% certain you don’t want to have that conversation with him. Add to that, you’re the only professor who teaches Pack Dynamics and Leadership and Alchemy and Herbal Remedies—two courses she’d have to complete to graduate.”

His forearms were flexed as he gripped the edge of the desk, grey eyes aflame. "Don't tempt me, Isa." "Or what." Isa was now standing, closing some of the distance between the two as they stood on opposite sides of the desk. They could feel each other's heavy breathing and bodily warmth...taunting. Isa's next words were the ultimate catalyst. "You would never lay a hand on a student." The air stilled. Theodore's features hardened, both his fist and jaw clenched. It sent chills of fear down Isa's spine. The professor intimidated and dominated those around him - in private and within his work. Never had a student come into his office to made demands and taunts like this.

I was so attracted to his scent, touch and presence that I didn't want to leave him alone yet there was this resisting pull in him which wanted to keep us far apart. “Mate, I'm sorry this has to happen. I don't wanna see you again. We can't do this!” He muttered to me, then he turned to the driver, “No matter how she protests, drop her inside of Oxford Campus. I'll call the Chief Security Officer and obtain permission for you to drop her inside. It's midnight and the gates must be closed.” “Is it because you're my professor?” I lashed out of anger. I wondered if people could no longer fall in love just because one partner is a professor in class.

He teases with a grin. "Yeah well things changed. And no sex, just...whatever else." "Whatever else shouldn't be said so mindlessly. I wouldn't do anything you're uncomfortable with." Their eyes locked and he smiles, showing off his dimple. Azalea regained herself and cleared her throat. "Well, it's settled." "Not quite." She gave him a look and Thompson leant forward. "I know you're an adult, but you have to remember our situation, Ms. Moore. I'm your professor and you're my student. No one should have a clue about this, okay?"

my observant professor comments. “Yeah…don’t tell anyone but this playboy isn’t playing anymore. I am off the market and in love,” I chuckle. “It’s not Kai, I take it, seeing as he is in a very much closed off stance these days,” Professor O’Connel replies. “Good guess! You are right. It isn’t Kai,” I reply. “I’m not ready to say more than that.” “Take your seat. I don’t need to know all the gossip, but I am glad to see you are in a better headspace,” he says before I go to my usual seat in his classroom.

His breath hitched when I reached where he stood. “Something wrong, Professor?” I asked, keeping my voice light, teasing. His throat moved as he swallowed hard. “Amara, you shouldn’t—” I cut him off by placing a finger against his lips, then dragging it slowly down his chest, tracing the outline of his shirt. His breath grew uneven. I could see him trying to restrain himself — failing miserably. “Don’t what?” I whispered. “Don’t remind you how easily you lose control around me?”