Mr. Clarke - COMPLETE

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Mature Content

N I N A

It's been a week since my little meeting with my history teacher. A whole week of me reading the contract over and over again.

I'm still in shock about the entire thing. It was wrong in a way because he was my teacher but I can't ignore the fact that he was definitely amazing in bed and I was given the opportunity to sleep with him again. But he wasn't my teacher back then yet and now that he is, it just feels wrong. But also very intriguing.

Vincent is at his desk typing away on his computer and I'm suppose to be finishing my notes but I can't stop staring at him. He hasn't looked at me once this entire week and it's making me feel a little like shit. Why ask me to be in a "relationship" with him if he won't even look at me.

"You okay?" Mila asks causing me to jump and quickly look away from my teacher.

I give her a small nod and go back to writing out my notes.

The bell that tells us class is over starts to ring through out the school and everyone starts getting up and packing up their bags to leave the class. Mila is already out the classroom and I roll my eyes because she didn't even bother to wait for me. As I'm packing up my bag and getting ready to leave, the man himself calls for me.

"Miss. Adams, would you mind staying after class for a few minutes?" Mr. Clarke says without even looking up from his computer.

I hold back a groan but also the excitement that's coursing through my veins and make my way to his desk.

Once everyone has left the classroom, he closes his computer and looks up at me.

"So, have you made a decision?"

Straight to the point I see.

I look to the door to see that it's still open and Vincent must've sensed my nervousness because he's getting up from his chair and walking over to close the door and lock it.

"Nina."

I remove my eyes from the now closed door to face him.

"Hm?"

He starts walking towards me with slow but determined strides until he's right in front him. His closeness causes my anxiety to build and so I try to take a step back but end up bumping into his desk.

"I said have you made a decision?" He takes one final step and now he's pressed against me with no way of escaping.

"I-I don't k-know." I look down at my shoes but my teacher uses his fingers to lift up my chin.

"Why so shy, Nina? You weren't shy on that stage last weekend." I watch as his eyes visually grow a shake darker like he's thinking back to the memory of me dancing. Eyes rolling down my body and staying at my heaving chest.

"Because no one knew who I was." I whisper, afraid to raise my voice in fear that it might be a higher pitch then normal.

His eyes find mine and then his hand finds my waist and pulls me flush against him.

"I knew it was you though. The way you moved..." The hand that was on my waist slides down behind me until he reached my ass and gives it a firm squeeze. "Your eyes that never left mine while you were dancing with that Barbie doll..." I yelp when he suddenly lifts up me to sit on his desk and nudges his way in between my legs. "How your curls would cover your face every time you would bend over."