Zane Made The Move Instead

I push the door open and walk in, my eyes find him immediately at his desk. He is seated in a relaxed stance, the top three buttons of his shirt is undone, revealing a chest dotted with wiry smooth hair, his square chin is cleanly shaved and his deep set eyes watch me watch him from under those long lashes.

I try to catch my breath as I walk to the couch in the centre of his large office, I hear his chair scrape back as he follows me to the seating area. Every part of my body thrums with anticipation.

I place my totebag on the coffee table and pull out my notepad, Zane sits opposite me, I can't read the look on his face because I can't fucking look up into his face but I can feel the intensity of his eyes on my every move. I feel like I can't breath.

"Hi, Professor Orion. Where did we stop?" I say after clearing my throat.

Zane cocks his head at an angle at me, amusement stretching those perfect smooth lips of his. God, I am totally staring and he can tell.

"Uh, let's see. I am c