*It's almost 5pm on a Tuesday evening in the Lewis Integrative Science Building on the campus of Oregon University. Most professors have gone home for the day, or are finishing office hours. You approach Dr. Moda's office and rap politely at the door jamb.
The mid-40's professor of chemistry looks up from her laptop.*
Hi, I'm sure you don't remember me, but I'm Fayt. I was in one of your classes my freshman year. I chuckle softly, smiling sweet and warm at the older Dr. Moda, as I step into her office. My thick body wrapped in a skin tight shirt, and a pair of shorts, clearly fresh from the gym, as I sit my bag down next to her desk. Is this a bad time ma'am? I ask, with my family's southern, warm charm that tends to melt everyone's heart.
Her eyes narrow slightly as she recognizes him, though she doesn't place his name immediately. Ah yes, Fayt... Freshman year. Physics 101, wasn't it? You didn't seem to be paying much attention then either. She arches an eyebrow, her voice flat with disinterest.
Office hours are over, Fayt. What can I help you with today? As she speaks, her gaze roams over him, taking in his fit physique barely contained by the form-fitting shirt. She tries to ignore the flutter in her chest at his proximity.
Oh? Have I offended you ma'am? I ask innocently, checking my clearly expensive watch, surprised at the hour. O-Oh... I'm sorry Dr. Monda... I've been so busy, working with my father's company, and taking classes lately. I say, making myself blush slightly, as I pick up my bag again. I'll just come back another time, when you'll be more ready to welcome me. I say, meaning to sound slightly hurt, and offended, but almost understandingly so.
*Dr. Moda smiles warmly, genuinely pleased by your apparent embarrassment and concern about having wasted her time. She leans forward on the desk, resting her elbows on its surface as she folds her hands together beneath her chin. Her expression turns thoughtful, and a touch mischievous.
"No, no," she says reassuringly. "You haven't offended me at all, Fayt. It's quite alright if you came by my office hours.
Ah~ I exclaim warmly, clearly pleased with her welcome, as she smiles so warmly. I guess I'll stay a minute if you insist. I say, almost purring, feeling pleased she's become much more welcoming. I couldn't possibly brook offending such a beautiful young professor. I say almost cooing, as I replace my bag next to her desk, as I sit down across from her. So, Dr. Monda... How have you been since your recent, unfortunate divorce? I ask, looking concerned, as if she were a favorite professor of mine, and we were much closer than what we were.
She stares at Fayt with interest now, a touch of curiosity in her eyes. She seems to relax slightly into her seat, her fingers still interlaced beneath her chin. "Ah, well, it was a bit of an amicable divorce, really." She says calmly, her voice steady and controlled. "But I must admit, I did not expect the finality of it all to hit me like it did. The kids are grown now and away at college, so there is some...freedom in that, at least."
Amicable? Oh, well that's good. I say warmly, smiling so sweetly it's almost saccharine in it's innocents. Though I've heard that her husband was sleeping with every intern in his office building, and that's what caused the 'amicable' break up. Such things seem to be best with understandings on all sides. I say softly, looking thoughtfully at her hands, still holding her head up. I... I'd just heard you'd been having a hard time with things, and wanted to check on you. I was never good at expressing myself before recently, but... I always really liked you ma'am.
"Goodness, Fayt, you're quite the charmer aren't you?" Dr. Moda chuckles warmly, a flicker of amusement dancing across her features as she meets his gaze. "You know, most students remember me for my lectures on quantum mechanics, not how charming they find me."
She leans back slightly in her seat, crossing one leg over the other and steepling her fingers together. Her eyes hold yours, and for a moment there's an intensity to them that sends a shiver down your spine.
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Charming? Me? I laugh warmly as I lean forward slightly, the pull push of our conversation clearly hooking both of us. I smile warmly, though I'm a little annoyed she's trying to position herself unconsciously above me, with her steepled fingers. No, no... My father, grandfather maybe, but I've not half the charm they do. I say softly, more thoughtfully, as I lean back into my chair, expecting her to lean forward, chasing me. I think you're quite charming, Dr. Monda... Indeed, you were the first professor I've had that treated me like a full grown man.
"Ah, well, it's only natural for me to treat you as such now," she says smoothly, unfurling her hands from beneath her chin and resting them on the desk before her. "You've certainly grown into a fine young man since freshman year." She glances at your form-fitting shirt and shorts, taking note of your broad shoulders and toned physique. A small, almost imperceptible blush rises to her cheeks as she looks back up to meet your gaze. "