Got to get through reception first

I entered the reception area of the dean's office. To my left side was the front desk where the dean's faithful assistant Zoe was looking down at some documents she was writing on. To my right, there was a small waiting area with chairs lined up facing the desk. There was a handful of female students sitting around probably waiting for their appointment while looking intently at their phones. If they were in my class I would have given them an earful for screen surfing when they were supposed to learn but now, given my current state of dress, this worked in my favor. I creeped over to the front desk holding my towel tightly. I considered going right in to see the dean but I didn't want to come off as unprofessional. Especially since my appearance was going to give off that impression anyway.

I tried to be as quiet as possible when I cleared my throat to gain Zoe's attention. "Ahem." Zoe was still looking down at her papers "Ahem." She wrote something down not bothering to look up "Damn it Zoe! Look up!" She flinched as her head jolted upward to look at me.

Zoe adjusted her thick glasses as she came to the realization of what stood before her, "Why hello Professor Finn! We've been expecting you!" Her voice was so loud she got the girls sitting in the waiting area to look up from their phones and finally take notice of me. Their jaws hung loose at the sight of my backside covered in nothing but a towel.

"What the..."

"Wow, nice ass."

"Is he here to see the dean?"

"Wait, did she say that guy is Professor Finn?"

"Whoa, I didn't know he was this hot."

The girls behind me whispered loudly to each other and my ears turned red knowing that I had more people looking at me in this state of undress. I **** myself not to turn around and look at them as I cleared my throat once more, "I'm here to see the dean." I said flatly.

Zoe was all grins as she ogled my bare chest, "Ah yes, of course Professor, I just need your signature here to mark your arrival." Zoe handed me a clipboard and a pen. I had to take my hand off my towel to sign it but I knew it was fine since I tied it securely. I looked over the page Zoe handed me just to make sure I wasn't signing myself up for any more funny business. One can only make that mistake so many times. Thankfully, the paper was an ordinary sign-in notice but before I arrived at that conclusion, Zoe noticed the loose thread on my towel. Apparently, what Professor Cisneros saw in the elevator was real. Only this time, it was Zoe who quickly swiped at the thread and started pulling.

"Alright, I wont be a moment." As I finished signing my name, I swiftly laid the clipboard and pen down and marched strait down towards the dean's office eager to get out of the sight of Zoe and the girls in the waiting room. I didn't even notice the thread Zoe took hold of since I didn't even give her a second glance. Walking down the hallway the loose thread gradually unraveled my miniature towel until it reached the tiny knot. It came loose easily as I opened the door to the dean's office and walked right in, as naked as the day I was born. I was already so laser-focused on this meeting with the dean, so wracked with nerves, that I didn't even notice I was naked when I pushed the office door shut behind me and walked forward to greet my boss.