Eliana's POV

Arriving at home, I climbed onto my bed and started reading the paper Professor Matthews gave to me. The more I read the paper, the more my curiosity about him grew. Reading through it, I concluded that he was a very intelligent person. His writing was flawless and the way he structured his analysis and stated his points were remarkable.

It was late in the night when I was done and I slept off immediately afterwards. After class the next day, I headed to the podium to give him the assignment but he asked me to bring it to his office later on.

"What's with you and Professor Matthews?" Annabelle asked as we headed to the lounge.

The place was almost filled up when we got there but we managed to find somewhere to sit. Two lovers were seated across from us, guzzling each other's lips shamelessly.

Annabelle watched them with amusement as she sipped her coffee. She had admitted to me earlier that she was a coffee addict and she didn't think she could survive her life without it.

"There's nothing wrong with us," I replied absentmindedly.

"Are you sure? You guys seem to talk a lot," she pointed out as she slurped the remaining coffee in her cup.

"He's just giving me a few extra assignments. That's all," I insisted. "What can you tell me about him?"

She turned to me then, mischief dancing in her green eyes. "Aside from the fact that he's extremely hot? Not much. The guy barely has anything interesting about him."

I disagree.

"Don't tell me that he's caught your fancy," she said, her eyes twinkling.

"Of course not." I laughed, shaking my head at the idea. Annabelle's eyes told me that she didn't believe me but she shrugged and returned her attention to the kissing couple.

"I see Oliver has been making passes at you though," She remarked.

"Yeah," I said with disinterest, hoping she would shut down the conversation immediately.

"You don't like him?" It sounded more like an accusation than a question and I turned to her with probing eyes.

"Are you asking on his behalf of what?"

"What? No," was her innocent response. "I was just curious. I'm not really a fan of him. He thinks he's sleek but he's not all that."

"I think that applies to every guy I've seen in Emerald University so far," I stated.

Except the professor, of course.

Almost an hour later, I grabbed my bag and rose to my feet. "I have to go see Professor Matthews now. I'll see you later."

I patted her on the cheek and she smiled at me. The kissing couple finally detached and both of them looked equally dazed. As I was getting to the door of the longue, it came open and Oliver walked in with the stupid smile he always had on his face. I turned my face sideways, pretending not to see him.

"Eliana," he said, but I hurried through the door and shut it behind me. After putting a good distance between me and the door, I looked back to see him still standing there and staring at me. I scoffed at that and continued walking.

The walk to Professor Matthews' office took only seven minutes and I met the door open when I got there.

"Good afternoon," I said to him as I produced the analysis paper from my bag. Leaning forward, I put it on his desk and slid it across to him.

"Hi, Eliana." He picked up the paper with a smile. Opening the same drawer he'd opened the previous day, he returned the paper into it.

"I read through it and I'm surprised that you need my opinion on it. What you have there is perfect and I don't think I can ever write anything that good."

"You really think so?" He asked, folding his arms to his chest. "Come on, have your seat."

"Sorry but I have somewhere I need to be," I said politely.

His face fell and the smile on his face faded a little. Seeing him that way made me feel bad, as if I'd done something to hurt him.

"Come on, just for a few minutes." He got up from his chair and came around to where I was standing. "I'm starting to enjoy our conversations."

He was so close to me that the room immediately felt small. His perfume was so nice that I had to fight the strong urge to bury my face in his shirt. He was wearing a brown shirt with the sleeves rolled up as usual. The top buttons were undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his chest.

Reaching behind me, he pulled out the chair in front of his desk to give me space to sit. With him so close, all my defenses were down and I gulped slightly and settled into the chair.

Instead of going back to his seat, he perched himself casually on the edge of his desk and pulled my chair closer to him.

"I can't remember the last time I had a student as intelligent and intriguing as you are," he commented. It felt like flattery but he looked quite serious when he said it.

"Thank you, sir," I said, barely able to take my voice beyond a whisper. It was very hard to think with him so close and I hated the way my body reacted to him.

I had the mind to jump out of the chair and run away from his office but I knew my legs wouldn't cooperate. Not with the weakness I felt in my knees.

"What's your favorite romance story?" He asked, folding his arms to his chest again.

How could he look so relaxed while making me self conscious and planting unholy thoughts in my head?

"Romance is not really my thing so I have none." It took a great deal of effort and concentration to get the words out of my mouth.

He arched his eyebrows and said, "Why not? One would think an attractive young lady like you would be all about romance. Or did you get your heart broken?"

"Something like that."

"I see," he said and rose from the desk. Taking slow, deliberate steps, he came to stand behind me and his scent became thick in my nostrils.

I knew then that I had to get out there before I lost all control. With a jolt, I jumped out of the chair and dashed towards the door. He looked startled by the movement but I barely paid him any attention as I left the office and slammed the door behind me. Walking as fast as I could, I made it to the end of the corridor before leaning against the wall to catch my breath.

Eliana's POV

For the next few days, I made sure to steer clear of Professor Matthews. Anytime class ended, I made sure I left as fast as I could. Whenever class was going on, our eyes always found each other, like two opposite sides of a strong magnet. I rarely saw him outside of class and the few times we ran into each other, I made sure I did nothing more than to exchange a very brief greeting with him.

One morning, I had just gotten to school when I received a text from Annabelle to meet her at one of the classrooms in the faculty for something urgent.

"What's going on?" I texted back but I didn't get any response.

Worried, I made my way to the classroom she had described in the text.

It was four days after my last encounter with Professor Matthews in his office and while I'd managed to avoid him, my mind had been unable to do the same. As I was walking down the corridor, wondering why Annabelle wanted me to meet her, the door to one of the rooms on my left opened but I didn't pay any attention to it.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed me and I found myself being pulled into the room. Gasping in shock, I opened my mouth to scream but a large hand put a stop to that.

The door slammed shut and a familiar scent filled my nostrils. The room was dimly lit so I couldn't see his face clearly but I was totally sure that it was him. The only person that occupied my thoughts every time.

"Have you been avoiding me, Eliana?" He asked, his voice hoarse. He was so close to me that I could feel his breath against my face. My mind started running wild again.

I tried to talk but my words were muffled against his hand. Realizing that, he pulled his hand away and put his finger to his lips.

"What are you doing?" I muttered in frustration. "What's going on?"

"You've been avoiding me. Why?" He asked. He put his hand on either side of my shoulders to restrict my movements. His lips were so close to mine that it made electric currents dance around my brain.

"I'm not avoiding you, sir," I lied.

Gosh. Why did he have to be so close? Why did he have to be so hot and attractive?

"I think we both know that's a lie. Ever since that day at my office, you've put a great deal of effort into making sure that our paths don't cross." He brought one hand up to my hair and brushed it gently.

"I– I've been busy," I stuttered. His hand came down to my face and he traced a line down to my cheekbone. His touch was so soft that it made my face tingle. I knew I was in trouble but it didn't seem like there was a way out.

"Yeah. Busy avoiding me." In a slow, deliberate manner, his finger moved to my lips and traced its way around it. "Are you scared of me, Eliana?"

"No," I replied quickly, barely able to recognize my own voice.

But that was another lie. I was scared of the way he made me feel. I was scared that he had unlocked parts of me that I thought I had locked away.

"What is it then? Are you attracted to me?" He moved his lips closer until I felt it brush against mine. My brain shut down immediately and I felt my belly churn.

"Are you attracted to me, Eliana?" He repeated. "I see the way you look at me and I notice how you always seem so uncomfortable whenever you're around me."

"Aren't you married?" I asked accusingly, silently thanking my brain for coming up with that.

He pulled his face back a couple of inches and cupped my chin in his palm. "My wife and I are separated so I'm free to do whatever I want." I felt exposed under his probing gaze. It looked like he was going to kiss me anytime soon and I didn't think I would be able to restrain myself if that happened.

"Please," I said weakly.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Please what?"

"Let me go," I answered, although my traitorous body wanted otherwise.

"Are you sure you want me to do that?" He traced his finger down to the hollow between my breasts. That simple movement ignited a spark in my belly. I squirmed against the wall in an attempt to stop the wetness that was beginning to form between my legs.

"Yes. No. I don't know," I cried out and his finger traveled up to my lips immediately.

"Shhh," He said and I gave a quick nod. "I'm going to let you go but first..." He closed his lips on mine and provided an answer to a question that had been on my mind ever since the first time I set my eyes on him.

His lips were even softer than I anticipated and they tasted like candy. A moan escaped my lips as the kiss deepened and I parted my lips to give him full access. His hand came to rest on my waist and I grabbed onto his shirt to stop myself from melting into a puddle on the spot.

Electric currents shot up from my stomach to my brain and I shut my eyes as I allowed myself to get carried away by the sweetness his lips offered.

Suddenly, his lips detached from mine and the sweetness disappeared. My eyes flew open immediately to see him heading towards the door. Without uttering any word or even taking a glance back, he pulled the door open and shut it behind him.

I was stunned.

What the hell had just happened? Wasn't he going to finish what he started?

Expecting him to come back, I waited in silence, my eyes glued to the door. Almost twenty minutes later, I was forced to face reality. My anticipation gave way to frustration and I cursed him inwardly as I exited the room and went in search of a bathroom.

Eliana's POV

I stormed across campus, my bag bouncing against my hip with each angry step. When I finally found the classroom Annabelle had mentioned, I shoved the door open hard enough to make it bang against the wall.

Three heads turned toward me in surprise. Annabelle stood near a small table with two other girls I did not recognize, papers scattered across its surface. The distance made it impossible to see what they were working on, but their guilty expressions told me everything I needed to know.

"You set me up," I accused, my voice sharp enough to cut glass.

Annabelle's face transformed into a perfect mask of innocence, her green eyes wide with confusion. "What do you mean?"

Her act only fueled my anger. Heat crawled up my neck as I stepped further into the room. "Do you really not know what you did? Pro-"

I caught myself mid-sentence, my teeth clicking together as I bit back the words. What if she genuinely had not been involved? What if Thursday's encounter had been nothing more than terrible timing?

The three girls stared at me like I had lost my mind completely. One of them whispered something to her friend, and they both giggled nervously.

Annabelle moved toward me with careful steps, the way someone approaches a wounded animal. "Are you okay, Eliana? You seem upset."

Part of me wanted to spill everything-the kiss, the way he had manipulated me, how I could still taste him on my lips days later. But trust was a luxury I could not afford. Not until I knew for certain where her loyalties lay.

"Yes, I am fine." I forced my voice to steady. "Why did you call me here?"

She placed her hand on my shoulder and turned me to face the others. "I need your help with something. Stella here is struggling with her assignment, and we have less than an hour before it is due. This assignment could save her entire grade."

I frowned. "But we are still early in the semester."

"Stella's situation is complicated. I will explain later." Annabelle batted her eyelashes and pushed her lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. "Just do this for me, please?"

Despite my suspicions, curiosity won. "Let me see what we are dealing with."

Her face lit up like Christmas morning as she guided me toward the table. After quick introductions, they explained the problem-a complex analysis of symbolism in Victorian poetry that had them stumped for over an hour. Twenty minutes later, I had untangled their confusion and provided a clear framework for their argument.

Stella was so grateful she kissed my cheek, leaving behind the faint scent of vanilla lip gloss.

Annabelle and I walked together toward our next class-Gender Studies with Professor Morrison, a towering woman whose commanding presence could silence a room with a single glance. Since I did not have Professor Matthews' class that day, I managed to avoid seeing him entirely. The same pattern held the next day.

The weekend crawled by with agonizing slowness. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt phantom lips against mine, phantom hands tracing patterns on my skin.

Monday morning arrived gray and drizzling. Professor Matthews strode into the auditorium wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged his chest in ways that made my mouth go dry. The moment he stepped through the door, his eyes found mine across the crowded room.

The memory of Thursday hit me like a physical blow. His hands on my face. His body trapping me against the wall. The taste of his kiss.

I tried to focus on his lecture about narrative structure, but my mind kept drifting to the way he had whispered my name in that darkened room. Fifteen minutes into class, I could not take it anymore.

"Excuse me," I muttered to Annabelle, grabbing my bag and rushing toward the exit.

The bathroom mirror reflected a stranger's face back at me-flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, lips parted as I struggled to catch my breath.

What was wrong with me? How had I allowed one person to gain so much control over my thoughts, my body, my peace of mind? Even Patrick, with all his manipulation and emotional games, had never made me feel this unhinged.

I stayed hidden in the bathroom stall until the hallway noise died down, signaling the end of class. When I finally emerged, I nearly collided with Annabelle as she pushed through the door.

"Are you okay?" Her brow creased with concern.

"Just a headache," I lied, avoiding her eyes.

She pressed the back of her hand against my forehead like a mother checking for fever. "Professor Matthews asked me to tell you to see him in his office as soon as possible. He gave us an assignment that is due tomorrow."

My stomach dropped. "When did he say this?"

"Right after class ended. He came straight to me and seemed genuinely worried about you." She moved to the mirror and pulled a small cosmetics bag from her purse. "You know, you do not seem surprised that he wants to see you. Are you sure there is nothing going on between you two?"

Red lipstick glided across her lips as she spoke. When she finished, she capped the tube with a sharp click and turned to study my face.

"He is my professor and nothing more." The words felt hollow even to me.

"I hope so." She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the door. "He is married, and I would not want you getting tangled up in that kind of drama."

"Is he not separated from his wife?" The question slipped out before I could stop it.

Annabelle stopped dead in her tracks. "Where on earth did you hear that nonsense?"

Before I could answer, someone called her name from across the hall. She waved enthusiastically and hurried away, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.

I made it halfway to the exit before my worst nightmare materialized. Professor Matthews appeared in the doorway like he had been waiting for me, his lips curving into a smile that made my knees threaten to buckle.

"Just who I wanted to see," he said, his voice warm with satisfaction. "Come with me."

"I am in a hurry. I have to-"

"I will not take up much of your time, Miss Hart."

Every rational cell in my brain screamed at me to run. Instead, my traitorous legs turned around and followed him down the corridor like I was under some kind of spell.

His office door closed behind us with a soft click that sounded like a trap springing shut.

"I have a special assignment for you. You do not need to do the one I gave the class." He settled into his chair, but restless energy radiated from every line of his body.

"Would that not seem suspicious?" I remained standing near the door, ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

"Leave that to me. I need two detailed analyses on the theme of class in The Great Gatsby. Have you read it?"

I wanted to lie, to give myself an excuse to leave. But my mouth betrayed me. "Yes, I have."

"Perfect. I need them tonight, so start as soon as you can."

"Tonight?" The word came out strangled. "I already have plans."

"Can you cancel them, please?" He leaned forward, his blue eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my pulse race. "This is very important, and you are the only person I know who can help me. The only intelligent person I trust with this."

The compliment wrapped around me like silk, dangerous and seductive. My resolve crumbled like sand.

"All right. Just this once."

"Thank you." He gathered papers from his desk and handed me a sheet with detailed instructions. "I will be here late tonight, so you can bring them to me whenever you finish."

I took the paper from his hands, careful not to let our fingers touch, and fled his office before he could see how badly my hands were shaking.