IN THE PROFESSOR’S OFFICE II
Emma felt the tendrils of compulsion wrapping her all over. What can this be? She thought as she kept looking at the professor who gazed at her with those midnight black eyes of his, which now looked even more alluring and magnetic, the man as a whole actually. She discovered that she wanted to obey the professor with every fiber of her being, but also found out that she could snap out of this silly haze if she wanted to. She decided to try, to see what could happen, and what this thing might mean.
“I told you nothing; I was just on a sick leave.” She stated innocently, hiding a smirk as she saw the look of shock and unbelief that washed over the professor’s face, but which disappeared as immediately as they had come. She reasoned out that he must be surprised that his charm or whatever he was doing, wasn’t working out all.
She almost gasped out in fear and fright, as she saw him stand up from his chair sharply. She watched with brows furrowed, as he walked around his desk, and came to her spot. He sat on the desk then, and peered at her with those stark dark eyes. Up close, Emma thought that they may be darker than the night, if possible, but it didn’t take away an ounce from the mysteriousness and ancientness that seemed to lay within their depths; just like his office, rather it accentuated them. His scent too was a mixture of the combo, except with a touch of lime.
She reclined back into her chair, as she continued to draw her assessments. He was drop dead gorgeous; a female term quite alright, but Emma thought that the term would be wasted on any female close to him. His black hair, long and full with curly edges was tied with a band at the nape of his neck; a similar act of her boyfriend, Derek.
“Wheew…” She breathed out, removing her gaze from him. She couldn’t believe herself. She was busy thinking and checking out another man, when she had Derek.
‘Well, I’m not fantasizing about him.’ She thought, refusing to believe that she was really doing something wrong.
‘So, you will be okay with Derek checking out other girls?’ Her mind taunted her.
She rebelled immediately. She would kill him if he does that. She thought.
“Look at me. Emma.” The professor called unto her, and she found herself being drawn to him by the mesmerizing allure of his voice. She gazed into the depths of his eyes, and sighed, knowing that whatever he was doing wasn’t really working on her; it just fell on her and bounced off the next second. But she kept on looking at him, readjusting her mannerisms to that of someone in a trance. She knew that he was trying to replicate what he had done to Claire earlier; so, she might as well as humor him and play along. Her curiosity was egging on her too. She also found her ability to resist his compulsion abstruse. She was happy about it, but at the same time, whimsical. What was it about her that resisted him?
“Tell me now why you haven’t been in school these past two to three weeks.” He commanded, not taking his eyes off her, even for a nanosecond.
Emma bit her lips, as she thought of the appropriate lie to concoct. She needed to do this and get out of here, suddenly irritated with the presence of the professor, that close to her as she wondered if he had done these to other girls, forcing their will to do what they didn’t want to do. He is even more than a pervert. She thought, remembering a documentary she had watched some months back about a doctor who uses hypnosis to have sex with his female patients, whilst wreaking havoc in their respective homes. Then, she had wished that the man would be tortured, his penis cut off in slow motions, rather than being put in jail. That way, he would never look at a woman again, not to mention to have sex with her.
“Well, Professor Perkins…” She drawled, getting her head back in the game, blinking her eyelashes at him and sitting up from her former reclining position in the arm chair.
“You see…something happened.” She said, twirling the tails of some strands of her hair with her fingers.
“What happened?” He asked.
“I was kidnapped by some people, and they let had let me go when my father had paid the ransom.” She replied.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.
“Kidnapped?” He queried, a note of disbelief in his voice.
“Yes. I think it was a group people that are at loggerheads with my father, unhappy about the way he runs his corporation and had sacked them. They had wanted money, and so they had kidnapped me to get it.” She answered, making sure to still kept her eyes stuck to his like glue. She knew there was no way he would find out about her father and family who were a continent away from her.
“Wow, that’s a relief. Did they tamper with you?” He asked, his tone taking on a gentle and more mesmerizing quality.
“No, they didn’t. They had just wanted the money.” She said.
“That’s better.” He stated.
“Is that why you called me?” She asked, furrowing her brows the more, her lips turned down as a frown took over her lame facial expression, forgetting that she should be submissive as a compelled person would be, and not stubborn.
“Yes, Miss Drackson. While going through the records of my predecessor, your previous history professor, your grades on the first test was remarkable. I had asked about you in class later, but a few which had taken note of your presence mentioned the fact that you had been absent, after only attending classes consecutively for four days.” He replied.
“Oh, I see.” Emma muttered, before standing up, making sure that with her right hand, that her bag was firmly stuck on her shoulder.
“Thank you for your concern.” She stated, about to walk away, when he called her back.
A slight piquing up of her eyebrows made him smirk.
“Make sure you get the materials today, and read up for your test tomorrow. I will take the scores seriously.” He stated, before standing up lazily from the mahogany table, and walking around to his seat on the other side of the table.
“I will do that sir. Have a nice day.” She said, before turning around, opening the door, and walking out from the office.