A Dangerous Temptation

Chapter 11

     

          I chewed the end of the pen in my left hand, quietly as I watched the Maths Professor explain an equation that none of us could solve then jotted down quickly with the pen in my right hand, just the way I had been doing since the class had begun.
    I tuned the Professor's voice out, thinking about last night's soccer game.

     A frown instantly covered my face when I remembered the blackhead player.
   I couldn't help but wonder why he stared at me like that.
  Did he know me from somewhere? Had we met before? Well, that would be impossible as I barely went anywhere.
     Now, I regretted not saying something to him. There was something about him that intrigued me and made me want to know more.
   I sighed as the Professor's voice drifted back into my ears.
   Focus, Kesha.
  But that was so hard as the class was boring.
 
   My eyes darted around the large hall, noticing the majority of the class was snoring away.
  Just great.
   I continued my survey and paused as I spotted a mop of black hair.
    What was he doing here?!
     I could see his side profile from where I sat. And I suddenly had the urge to see his mesmerizing sea-green eyes again.
      I hid my smile and looked away, zoning my attention back on the Professor and silently praying for the long class to be over.

     A few minutes later, he dismissed us, and the ever-impatient students all rose simultaneously, causing a stampede in a bid to leave the hall at the same time.
      I sighed as I took more time than necessary to gather my things.
   I glanced at Mig, again. He was still sitting, his eyes on his phone, oblivious to his surroundings. I couldn't even find any backpack on him.
  Ugh. Guess I was doing this.

    My heart pounded loudly against my rib cage as I trudged over to him.
      I took in deep breaths, convincing myself I was doing this for Sapphira. Once she ended up with a guy like him, she would never be doing one-night-stands again. I was pretty sure about that.
        I tucked my cheeks in as I got to where he sat to avoid blushing.

     "Hi."  I squealed.
   If he heard me, he didn't hint.
        "Um...hello. You must be Mig,'' I continued, a little loudly.
  He looked up at me and I almost choked from how close I could see his eyes.
          His eyes flashed for a moment and then recognition swam in them.
     I swear, his eyes were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
     His eyes dropped to my lips and then wandered down slowly. Lingered on my tits then farther down before resting back on my face.

      No guy in a good mental state would give me a once-over like that because the glare I gave anyone before they even thought of starting a conversation that would only deafen my ears, would be enough to make them control their stupid balls and turn the fuck, back around.
    But he just did and strangely I didn't stop him and didn't even think of stopping him because his sultry gaze held me in place and for the first time, I felt self-conscious in front of someone. A guy, to be precise.
  Oh, boy.

   I couldn't help but admire his attractive features again.
  He screamed nothing but perfect.
   From his ebony-black hair to his amazing sea-green eyes that were shielded by long lashes.
        Yep. He was perfect. Perfectly gorgeous.
   Or was it his chiseled jaw that was just so goddamn rigid to be human?
  Let me not even get started on his toned torso. His muscular arms bulged out from his sleeves, impressively and his sturdy calves completed the look.

    Yeah, I knew I couldn't see every one of his body parts right now but with what I saw yesterday? Yeah, he could pass for attractive.
     I swallowed when he just sat there, watching and waiting.
   Oh my God, Kesha!
  You're checking a boy out! A boy.
      I groaned inwardly when his stupid attractive lips thinned into a smirk.
   " You're that player, right? From last night?"
   "Are you looking for something?''
  He scowled, looking impatient and uninterested in the conversation.
      I could immediately pinpoint an accent. Strange because it sounded neither foreign nor American. Something in between? But it had to be European, surely.
     And of course, someone with such good looks just had to be unnervingly rude. What a beautiful mistake.
     "Hi," I repeated, clearing my throat.
     
  He shook his head, looking amused as he glanced down at his phone.
   "Are you looking for someone?" He drawled, looking back at me.
   " Um, I just... came to talk to you. Remember my friend from last night?"
  "Hey, are you lost or something?" He snapped, ignoring that whole sentence I just composed. Oh, wow.
   I frowned, feeling like a big idiot. How sad those beautiful pink lips spewed out nothing but disaster!
       I tried again.
   "I just wanted ---"