Episode 2: "The Office Hours"

Episode 2: "The Office Hours"

The campus was quieter now, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the path that led to the faculty building. Alex sat at his desk, a pile of papers and books scattered in front of him, but his mind kept drifting back to Jiva. The way her eyes had lingered on him. The way she’d spoken—soft yet deliberate. He’d told himself to stay focused, to keep the boundaries clear. She was a student, and he was her professor. It was as simple as that.

But as the minutes ticked by, Alex knew he was lying to himself. That small, dangerous spark was there, and it hadn’t gone out. And now, she was coming to his office for the first time.

The knock on the door was light, tentative. “Come in,” Alex called, his voice steady despite the rush of anticipation running through him.

Jiva stepped inside, looking even more beautiful up close. Her eyes were soft, but there was a knowing gleam there—a hint of mischief, maybe. She was wearing a form-fitting blouse today, the fabric hugging her curves, with a short skirt that barely brushed the tops of her thighs. His gaze caught on the flash of smooth skin, and he forced himself to look away. She was a student, and he needed to focus.

“You said you had questions about the reading,” he began, his tone even, professional. “What’s on your mind?”

Jiva closed the door behind her, stepping further into the room, her presence filling the space in a way that made Alex’s pulse quicken. “It’s not just the reading, Professor,” she said, her voice low and soft, “I was hoping we could talk about something else. Something... more personal.”

Alex’s breath hitched at the words. He’d been expecting questions about the syllabus, about assignments. Not this.

“More personal?” He repeated, trying to mask the quickening of his heartbeat. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

She took a step closer, her eyes fixed on him. “I mean... us,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “You seemed different in class. You noticed me. And I noticed you, too. I couldn’t help it.”

The words hung in the air between them, thick with tension. She was too close now. He could smell the soft floral scent of her perfume, feel the heat radiating from her body.

Alex stood up abruptly, moving toward the window. He needed space. He couldn’t let this happen. Not here. Not now. But as he turned to face her, her eyes met his with an intensity that made his pulse throb in his neck.

“Jiva…” His voice cracked, betraying his inner conflict. “This is a bad idea. You’re my student. I—”

“I don’t care,” she interrupted, her gaze never leaving his. “I don’t care about the rules, the boundaries. All I care about is what’s between us.”

Her words were like a jolt, a wave crashing over him, drowning out all the reasoning, all the restraint he’d tried to maintain. She stepped closer, slowly, until they were almost touching. Her breath was warm against his skin.

“I know you want this too, Professor,” she murmured. “I can see it in the way you look at me. The way your eyes follow me when I speak.”

It was too much. His restraint was slipping, every inch of him screaming to pull her closer, to feel the warmth of her body pressed against his. But he still fought it, his hands clenched at his sides.

“Jiva,” he said, his voice rough, “this is wrong.”

Her fingers brushed against his arm, sending a shock of heat through his body. “It doesn’t feel wrong to me,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his ear. “It feels right. So right.”

Alex was on the edge. His breath was shallow, his heart pounding in his chest. He was so close to giving in—he could almost taste it. The temptation was overwhelming.

But then, in a final act of resistance, he stepped back, his mind screaming at him to stop, to pull away. “This isn’t a game,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You’re playing with fire, and so am I. We can’t do this.”

Jiva smiled then, a soft, almost sad smile, and for a moment, she just stood there, looking at him. She didn’t say anything for a long time, just stared at him with those eyes full of quiet knowing.

“Then why does it feel like we already have?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

She turned to leave, her hips swaying with every step, leaving Alex standing there, conflicted, haunted by the spark that had only just begun to ignite.

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