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"Class Act"

Chapter Three: The Seduction

His hands that twitched and ached to touch me, clenched my essay tightly, while I leaned on his desk and hovered closely.

"You depict the relationship between Vivian and Cyril quite nicely." He cleared his throat.

"Hmmm." I hummed, catching his gaze with my own.

"Miss Swan . . . " he exclaimed and stood rapidly from his chair.

Mr. Cullen stepped a few paces away from his desk, and he had no idea what to do with his hands. They gripped his beautifully disheveled hair. He put his hands up to stop me, and then it almost seemed like he covered his cock with his palms. All of his movements were rapid, and he was at a loss for words.

"Yes?" I smirked, closing the distance between us.

"Stay—stay over there," he warned.

And this is new.

Staying true to form, I brought my best doe-eyed expression out to play. "Um . . . is everything okay?" I tried and failed at hiding my grin. It was there, and a huge part of me believed he appreciated it. "I mean, are you all right? You seem . . . jumpy." My index finger trailed the length of his workbook.

And I looked up just in time to see his eyes follow it.

"Mr. Cullen?"

He chuckled, throwing the paper down and rubbing his forehead. "I apologize . . . I'm not feeling like myself." Mr. Cullen looked up to the ceiling. "I must be coming down with something." He cleared his throat again—something I notice he does often, almost as if it's a nervous tic.

My steps were slow as I advanced toward him. "Oh . . . Echinacea tea helps." And my stride was confident, as I got closer. "You know . . . I could have gone on and on about Vivian and Cyril…" I rubbed my finger across my bottom lip, smearing my lip-gloss a little bit, as my eyes met his. "I wanted to ask for an extension, so…so that maybe I could write a little more. It's just…I have more to write about." I shrugged, pursing and smacking my lips together to keep his focus on them.

It was too bad . . .

Mr. Cullen's eyes were trained on my tits again.

Just for him, I stood a little taller, arching my back.

He noticed that I noticed his staring and my actions that followed. "Sure." His cheeks blared a rosy red at being caught.

My eyes turned into slits for the briefest of seconds. They narrowed at him; I wanted to go in for it.

But I didn't.

"Have a nice weekend," I said, giving him a short giggle as my stare lingered on his cock.

The palms returned to his crotch area. "You—you, too, Miss Swan."

I winked, snatching my paper from his desk before I left.

Bella . . . that naughty girl.

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