Chapter 4: See you later. Part I
Chapter 4: See you later.
I stopped a few steps away from Professor Parker if he knew how the hell he knew my name.
I dared to face his gaze; I didn't want to be so close to him because I felt as if he were a burning fire, drenched in gasoline, and I was going to burn myself. I was stupid, I know, but this man intimidated me, even more so when I thought of the embarrassment in his office when I completely undressed, thinking he was my gynecologist.
From there, I learned that it was not even necessary to take off your bra or shirt.
«What a shame».
Hades slid his glasses off his face, keeping them in his pocket, leaving his face even more sexy and mesmerizing when he said:
"You're the class president, so you have to sign the content sheet."
Content?
Ah, of course, the content.
As class president, it was my duty to do it in each subject to confirm that the teachers had the class to develop organized.
"Yeah, uhm," I cleared my throat, trying to calm my racing heart, "Where do I sign?"
I took a pen out of my pants pocket, noticing my hands were shaky; I just hoped Professor Hades wouldn't notice that.
«Just calm down, Nube; you seem to be in vibrate mode.»
"In my office," Hades said, and I looked at him blankly, "there I have the folder."
His office.
We would have to go to his office to sign the sheet.
«Oh, holy cows».
My inner lioness felt like a tame kitten before such a dragon.
"It's okay". I murmured, trying to sound nonchalant, but I think my voice was too high-pitched; I was too nervous.
I mean, it wasn't that strange, not the first time I'd been to a professor's office, but… the difference was that he intimidated me, and I was scared by the way my body reacted around him as if I was in danger and at the same time feel entirely attracted to it.
"Follow me". He ordered and began to walk out of the classroom; I had no choice but to obey him.
Each coordinator had their office; what did surprise me was that, being new, they would have assigned him so quickly as psychology coordinator, although, well, there were hardly any professors of that subject, and most of them resigned here due to low salaries... although Hades Parker he seemed to be here to slap everyone with his super brain and not for the money.
While we were going through the corridors, I observed that all the students saw him, some covertly, but others did it openly; most of them got out of his way when he passed as if they were afraid of getting in his way, almost like a king. I swallowed heavily; he never went unnoticed and instilled fear just with the way he walked as if he had the world at his feet.
My eyes went to his wide back, his narrow hips, and his round ass; he had a well-exercised body; suddenly, I had the need in my hand to spank him; he was so close...
«What the hell, Nube? No! That's disrespectful».
«Nube, stop thinking stupid things.»
Great, now my face was even redder.
We entered the corridor of the offices, Hades took the keys out of his pocket and opened the wooden door where it read «Psychology Coordination» outside. I entered the office behind him; it was very spacious, with several empty shelves, and there were some boxes full of things and folders. I imagined that Hades was just getting used to his new space.
"Will you no longer work in the pediatric office?" I asked, trying to speak to him respectfully.
"I work on many things," he said simply. "It's all a matter of organizing time."
Uhm, of course, Mr. Smart also had many jobs. Actually, I found it admirable; many jobs meant much more money but also much more occupation.
I observed that there was a book on his desk, the title of which read: "Mental Control." The author was Hades Parker, so that was his book. I wasn't going to lie; the cover caught a lot of attention because it seemed mysterious, and I was curious to read it. I also noticed that on the desk, there was a metronome and a pocket watch that looked like the ones they used to do hypnosis with. Was he going to hypnotize people here?
Hades Parker was weird.
I swallowed heavily as I watched him arrange his things on the desk, and my eyes fell on the piano in the corner of the office. It was old, but it kept the elegance of a grand piano. I approached, running my fingers over the surface, and I turned to look at the teacher, surprised to see that he was staring at me, his golden eyes almost piercing me, making me feel uncovered and naked before him; my whole body trembled.
«Breath, Nube; you must control yourself.»
"Do you play?" I asked curiously.
The professor maintained his same posture without flinching.
"Yeah". He answered simply, and I don't know why I felt that we were speaking in another context, a sexual context.
Stop thinking about sex now, Nube, you should be ashamed.
But why did I think about sex every time I was around him? I mean, I was a virgin; I didn't even feel the need to touch myself to satisfy some desire, but it was as if I had a strange attraction towards him, as if I was strongly attracted to him in every way, both physically and mentally.
«Enough Nube».
I cleared my throat, trying to clear my mind.
"When I was little, I used to play the keyboard," I commented, trying to focus on the conversation, "but I've forgotten that all that's left is ballet."
I felt that I was already talking too much because of my nerves; I needed to calm down.
Hades tilted his head to one side, looking at me with interest, and slipped his hands into his pockets. I don't even know why I blushed again; he must have looked like a shrimp.
"Did you practice ballet?" he asked.
"Yes, well," I had to stop running over myself with words, "I still practice classical ballet."
I was a professional dancer; I practiced it since I was 9, and when I turned 18, they hired me to teach. When I started university, I couldn't continue as a ballet teacher because of the tight schedules; even so, I participated in some special presentations that paid very well.
Hades walked to where I was; his walk was slow and calm, almost reminding me of a lion about to attack its prey. his gaze fixed on me made me feel like I couldn't breathe well. I saw him take a seat in front of the piano and commented:
"So... you're flexible."
Huh?