Talented

Chapter 1

Their eyes met. He looked at her with awe, like she was the only person in the world. She smiled at him, a sly smile. He returned it before she looked away nervously. She looked back towards his direction only to notice that he was walking towards her. Her cheeks started to warm up. He stands in front of her and puts her paper down on her desk.
\"You did a good job on this\"
\"Thanks professor,\" a smile immediately came to her face. He continued passing out papers to the rest of the class, occasionally glancing back at her.
She was beautiful, he thought to himself. There was something about her that he found irresistible. She was his forbidden fruit, something he would look at but could never have.
The lecture ended and his students began to leave the hall. He was gathering up his things from his desk getting ready to go to his office, when he heard a small cough, brought up to claim his attention.
\"Oh, Chelsea…\" his heart quickened in pace, \"Did you need something?\" He\'d never been alone in a room with her, but he liked the idea of her attention being solely his. She walked over to his side of the desk holding her notebook and stood right next to him.
\"I wanted to ask your advice on this next paper. I was thinking I would compare the situational aspects….he che continued speaking but his attention had long since been lost. He was captivated by her scent. She smelled musky and sensuous. He unknowingly closed his eyes, taking it all in. She was still speaking in the background, and when he opened his eyes he saw her hand pointing to the notes she\'s made in her book. He looked over to it and rested his gaze upon her smooth milky hand.
It was small and delicate, and her fingers seemed to dance upon the page. He followed her glowing skin up her arm to her shoulder. The strap of her tank top slipped off her smooth shoulder and he watched as her hand came up to lift it back in place. It seemed as though in slow motion; her hand lingered on her skin and he desperately wanted it to be his hand caressing her soft collarbone, chest and neck. His eyes wandered further to the low v-cut of her shirt. He shifted, his heart quickening in pace as his view drifted to the black bra that was visible from his position. The contrast between her light skin and the black bra made the growing heat in his groin become almost uncomfortable. He shifted his weight again, trying to hide his obvious excitement. She suddenly looked up, noticing his discomfort.
\"Professor… is everything alright? \"