Chapter 4 Zane Meets Alex

• Zane Orion 's POV::
• Alex is seated right in front of me today again. She came early, too. And she has make-up on. It highlights her green eyes in a way that makes it terribly hard for me to look away from her for longer than ten minutes.
• Since Monday, I have tortured myself relentlessly about my lapse in judgment with the way I coaxed the apology out of her. Crushing her against me like that wasn't something I even planned. I acted without thinking, and that was new and scary for me. I never act without thinking. In all aspects of my life. I know I seemed cocky sure that day, but in reality, I was scrambling for some sanity.
• I still feel the velvet softness of her skin against mine from two days ago. She smelled like a blend of lavender and coconut. It was intoxicating, holding her against me like that for those few seconds.
• Everything seemed possible. I was reckless for once in my life, and it felt exhilarating. I felt light. I have done a lot of dangerous reckless things in all thirty-four years of my life, but snapping past my control and messing with my student tops the list. My heart still thunders every time I remember how close I came to actually doing something regrettable.
• "Okay. Are there any questions for me?" I say to the class, wrapping up the short lecture I prepared. I manage to keep my eyes off a stunning Alex. I can't really read the expression on her face. She seems unshaken, that same defiance behind her soft features that pulled me to her on Monday.
• She is wearing a dress today, a knee-length pale blue summer dress hugging her every curve. I imagine how easy it would be to actually feel her soft skin underneath that dress and my heart thunders in my ears.
• Fuck. What is wrong with me?
• I checked her file, and she is nineteen. Barely legal. Though there is a maturity behind her stubborn gaze that makes me feel like she sees my soul bared here on the podium. But I can't. I have to nip whatever this is in the bud. I already went too far holding her like that on Monday.
• I genuinely don't know what came over me at that moment. I can say I acted out of anger at her rudeness, but that won't be true. I was aroused. My cock was warmed up with her firm ass grazing against it as she tried to get out of my hold. I was this close to kissing her long elegant neck when she finally leaned into me in defeat.
• "No? Okay, Alex?" I call to her. She has been ignoring my eyes all throughout the class and I hate it more than I hate my lack of self control when it comes to her. Her auburn hair is pulled up in a ponytail and I can't seem to stop imagining what it would be like to nip the sensitive skin beneath her ears in a hot passionate kiss If I lost my mind totally and went for it. Our short stint on Monday showed that she would allow me. Hell, she might even reciprocate the gesture.
• "No. Nothing." She says, I can't deny the sharp edge to her voice, she holds my eyes for a second and then looks away.
• "Alright. I will pick my class assistant now. This responsibility is an important one that is not to be taken lightly. I am sure that is something we are all clear on anyways." I look into the sea of anticipating faces, pausing for dramatic effects. I watch Alex through my periphery and she doesn't seem excited by any means. Her face is set in an unimpressive neutral look. It grates on my nerves.
• "Alex Johnson. Meet me in my office after class so we can draft out your responsibilities as the new class assistant for your year." I say, looking straight into the class of disappointed faces and murmurings, knowing she is currently glaring at me.
• "Sorry, Sir, I will have to deflect that role." Alex's voice reaches me. Someone hasn't learned her lesson about talking back at me. I grind my teeth, swallowing my ego and trying not to flare up in front of the class.
• "And why is that?" I ask, turning to look at her. She holds my gaze. That defiance. Why the fuck do I find it so hot? I want to kiss those shiny lips and make her moan against my mouth. I want to do dark dirty things to that mouth. If she knew the fantasies she evokes in me, she would stop contradicting me so much.
• "I am sorry, but it sounds like a lot of responsibilities and I am barely finding my feet as a freshman. I want to humbly ask that you pick someone else more suited for this, Sir." Her face is the picture of innocence but I can tell she is pushing me. Again. I hear it in the way she enunciates the 'Sir.' The way her eyelids flutter up at me.
• "Well, no can do, Miss Johnson. I want you." Her eyes widen and she looks around the quiet class, fuck, I didn't phrase that well, I clear my throat, "I mean, I want you to be my assistant. I think you would manage just fine." I say.
• "Alright, Sir. Thank you." She says, looking down. I think I see a ghost of a smile on her lips before I turn away, feeling my chest expand with that familiar aggravating mix of anger and arousal she evokes in me.
• "And with that, the class is dismissed. Turn in your assignments to Alex before Friday, guys." I say as the class busies itself with emptying out. Alex is still seated, a girl walks up to her desk and they get into a conversation as I step out.
• I will see to that smart mouth of hers when she comes to my office.