Professional Compliments

Her mouth pulls at the side ever so slightly. She leans on her hand and fixes me with an amused, challenging look.

"Okay, Mr. Doe. I'm glad we've found a good starting point." Her gaze falls from my face to my neck and then to my arms before snapping back up. With Vi, I've been nothing but confident in our dynamic. I'm the dom in the relationship—she does it for my pleasure. But the glint in Mrs. Revers’ eyes… it's the same as Vi's but different. My heart flutters with the slightest bit of nerve.

The image of Mrs. Revers standing above me dominantly flashes through my mind. I'm almost sure that her husband does not wear the pants in their dynamic.

She shifts her weight in front of me, leaning back in her chair, her pen in her fingers. Her voice comes out low and silky.

"I'm impressed, Mr. Doe. Not many students, especially nowadays, show the initiative you have. I was very glad when I saw your email."

She smiles dangerously.

"Well, my studies are important to me. I think it's important to apply myself efficiently in everything I attempt."

Her throat hums with agreement. She looks deep into my eyes, the emerald burning into my soul.

"I'm glad to hear it. I enjoy being with students who are diligent." She shifts. "It is incredibly rewarding when students work hard... pushing themselves until they're completely spent."

I am not imagining this. There's no way. The fantasy of flirting with the hot professor is something out of a porn game. I clench my hands against my thighs as I look up with as much faux confidence as I can muster—the fantasy seemingly bordering on reality.

"Even more so when students are diligent with their academics and clearly still have the time to look after themselves physically."

No fucking way.

"It's so important to have a good balance between physical health and mental and academic health."

I grin and meet her gaze.

"Clearly, Mrs. Revers, you believe in your own advice."

She smiles and scoffs, but she's not offended at all—on the contrary.

"You say that to all your teachers, Erik?"

"Only the good ones."

Her laugh is throaty and mature. She stands up, pulls her sweater down, and pats herself down.

"I hope you're not trying to get extra marks through flattery, Mr. Doe."

I shake my head.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

She walks around her desk and to the door, her ass swaying a lot more than what would be required. She pulls the door open. I stand up and collect my bag. Based on the way this was going, I don't think the closeness of Mrs. Revers is a coincidence. The mounds on her chest brush against me ever so slightly. She smiles, and I swear she leans in as she does the faintest whisper:

"I'll see you very soon, Erik."

I step out into the hallway and look over at her confident and unmistakably suggestive smile as she closes the door with a small click.