Page 17 of Make Me Learn
His gaze lingered on mine longer than it should and a moment of recognition passed between us. His eyes widened slightly, and his lips fell open in disbelief, indicating that he, too, recognised me.
"Allow me to help you, Miss?" he asked in a deep and commanding voice that sent shivers down my spine. His gaze stayed on mine, however, he maintained his professionalism, his demeanor shifting back to that of a respected professor.
"Ross, Sir.” I flashed and my heart almost stopped when I automatically referred to him as Sir. I quickly regained my composure, offering my thanks. “Thank you, Professor Steele. It seems I've made a bit of a mess."
He chuckled softly, a hint of strained amusement in his voice. "No need to worry. Accidents happen. It's all part of the learning experience."
As he handed me the neatly organized papers, our hands touched once again, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of heat. The memory of his dominant presence and the passion we shared at The Masquerade lingered in my mind, adding an unexpected layer of complexity to our interaction.
Professor Steele's eyes met mine again, briefly holding a silent conversation that spoke volumes. There was a hint of curiosity, a flicker of desire, as if he too is contemplating the implications of our connection. But in that moment, we both understood the need to maintain professionalism and focus on our roles as student and professor.
"I'll see you inside," he said with a nod, breaking the intimate moment. "Don't be late in future."
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Professor Steele. I apologize for the inconvenience. It won't happen again."
He gave me a knowing smile, amusement and something deeper flickering in his eyes. "See that it doesn't," he said before turning to head back to the front of the lecture hall.
As I watched him walk away, my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The encounter with Professor Steele, both as Zeus and now as my professor, brought back a flood of memories. The intensity of our previous encounter at The Masquerade lingered in the air, creating a tension that is impossible to ignore.
Eva, unaware of the connection between Professor Steele and myself, motioned me over to my saved seat and noticed my flustered expression. Concern filled her eyes. "Hey, are you okay?" Eva asked, her voice filled with genuine worry.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "I'm fine, he's just very intense, that's all. Nothing to worry about.”
I tried to brush off the encounter and focus on the lecture ahead, but the memory of Professor Steele's touch and his commanding presence lingered in the back of my mind. It was a challenge to concentrate on the subject matter when my thoughts kept drifting to our interactions at The Masquerade only days before.
Eva shot me a curious glance but respected my response, not pushing further. We settled into our seats as Professor Steele stepped up to the podium, capturing the attention of the entire lecture hall. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging in the air.
As he began the lecture, Professor Steele's voice filled the room with authority and passion. His words flowed effortlessly, weaving complex mathematical concepts into a narrative that both captivated and challenged the students. It became evident why he was known as a formidable professor, his expertise and enthusiasm for the subject shining through.
I found myself hanging onto his every word, my fascination with mathematics rekindling under his guidance. The connection between us, both as student and professor and as Zeus and his submissive, added an electrifying layer to the learning experience.
Thoseblueeyeshavehaunted me from the moment we walked away from The Masquerade on Friday evening.
Seeing them in my lecture hall was certainly not something I expected only a few days later.
After getting over the initial shock and panic attack I forced myself to bury the reaction I felt towards her beneath a professional mask and proceed with the planned lecture.
Completely going against my own rules at the first opportunity I can, I had the students read a section of the assigned text while I extracted my phone from my desk.
The responses came through immediately.
I rolled my eyes.
Throwing my phone back down I pulled out the class list and scanned it quickly while the students continued to read. It’s not like it ever would have made a difference. I never knew her name until only twenty minutes ago.
But it only took a moment for me to find it now. Amelia Ross.
Amelia. Fucking. Ross. With the big blue eyes that I wanted to stare into while she choked on my cock.
Amelia. It was a pretty name for my Star.
I needed to stop fucking thinking about her as my Star. That was not going to end well.
Spying that some of the students had finished their reading I pushed the class list aside and returned to the lecture material, determined to regain control of the situation. I carefully guided the discussion, offering insights and challenging the students' understanding of the subject matter. My years of experience as an educator allowed me to smoothly transition from my distracted thoughts to my professional duties, maintaining a facade of composure.
Amidst the lecture, my phone vibrated, indicating a new message. I glanced at it discreetly, seeing a response from Xavier.
I sighed inwardly, irritated by his curiosity and skepticism. I quickly typed my response, keeping it curt and to the point.
