Just One Orgasm!

Emilia looked from the velvet bracelet to Adrian, then back again. A slow, thoughtful smile curved her lips. She folded her arms. "If I accept the bracelet..."

"You will."

"...then you have to accept something from me."

His expression remained calm. "What would that be?"

She thought for a moment before pointing at him.

"Dinner."

He frowned ever so slightly.

"My treat."

"No."

She blinked.

"You didn’t even think about it."

"I did."

"For half a second."

He nodded. "It was enough."

She huffed. "You spent..." She gestured vaguely toward the gift bag. "An unreasonable amount of money."

"I did."

"So let me buy you dinner."

"No." He shook his head in refusal.

"A coffee?"

"No."

"A sandwich?"

He said nothing. However, she knew that was a no from him.

She stared at him. "That’s it then. I’m rejecting your gifts." She narrowed her eyes. "You don’t like people doing things for you. So you’re not allowed to do anything for me. Whereas, I’ve only known you for two weeks."

His lips twitched. "Emilia."

"Adrian." She sighed dramatically. "You know, most people would pretend to think about it before rejecting someone."

She tapped one finger against the bracelet box. "There has to be something you’ll accept."

He studied her quietly for several seconds without speaking. Finally, he spoke. "Keep smiling like you do."

She frowned. "What?"

"Your smile." He looked directly into her eyes. "I’ll accept that."

For the first time since entering the office, Emilia didn’t have a witty reply. Heat climbed into her cheeks.

"That’s..." She looked away. "...a very unfair answer."

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, but not fully. A strand of his hair fell over his face. Emilia stared at the strand, and then Iooked into his eyes.

Her fingers twitched to pull it backwards, but instead, she tightened her fists, and just stared into his eyes.

A comfortable silence settled between them.

She walked around him, and carefully closed the gift bag again before another problem occurred to her.

"Actually."

He turned to her with all his attention.

"How exactly am I supposed to leave your office carrying this?" She lifted the black luxury bag slightly. "The entire faculty will assume I’ve bribed my professor... or robbed him."

His eyes drifted to the bag before returning to her.

"Leave it here."

She blinked.

"I’ll have it delivered."

"Delivered?"

"To your apartment."

She hesitated. "You don’t know where I live."

"I don’t." He paused. "What room?"

She looked at him suspiciously. "You already estimated my wrist size, and now you want my address."

"So I can send your perfumes."

She considered him for a moment before giving a tiny nod.

"I currently live on campus for the moment. Building C."

He listened.

"Third floor."

He nodded once.

"Room 307."

He nodded.

"You don’t need to write it down?" She asked when he didn’t get a note and paper.

"I won’t forget." He assured her.

She believed him. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she believed almost everything he said.

She glanced toward the office door.

"I should go."

"You should."

However, neither of them moved.

The silence stretched.

She smiled to herself. "I am terrible at saying goodbye."

"We are."

He closed the small distance between them with slow, measured steps.

Emilia instinctively looked up.

"So..." she whispered.

"So." His hands settled lightly around her waist, enough to draw her closer.

Her hands rested against the front of his suit jacket, smoothing an imaginary crease.

"You really are going to have the gifts delivered?" She said softly, trying to think about anything but kissing him.

"I am." He mumbled, his eyes moving from her eyes to her lips, then back to her eyes.

"And please don’t ask me to come to your office anymore." She pleaded. "My heart left me. For a second, I forgot it was you."

His quiet chuckle vibrated beneath her fingertips. "You worry too much."

"And you don’t worry enough."

He said nothing. She searched his face for another teasing remark.

Instead, she found him simply looking at her so softly. Like he was trying to memorize her. His thumb brushed lightly against the fabric at her waist.

"You should go before someone comes looking for you."

"I know."

Still, neither of them stepped away.

Emilia laughed quietly. He tilted her chin upward with a gentle touch.

She met his eyes, and time suspended in the office. Then Adrian leaned down and kissed her.

It wasn’t hurried, or desperate. Just warm, lingering, and impossibly gentle.

When he pulled back, their foreheads remained only inches apart.

"You should really leave now," he murmured softly, playfully brushing his nose against hers.

A smile spread across Emilia’s face.

"Yes..."

She gave him one last lingering look before stepping out of his arms.

"I’ll be waiting for my delivery."

"It’ll arrive."

She walked to the door, paused with her hand on the handle, and looked back one final time. He was still watching her.

She smiled. "Goodbye... Adrian."

His expression softened. "Goodbye, Emilia."

She slipped into the corridor, and the office door clicking shut behind her.

She did not notice the shadow at the far end of the hallway. Someone had just turned the corner.

The stranger hadn’t arrived in time to witness what had happened inside. The blinds were already closed, revealing nothing.

However, the figure saw the moment Emilia walked out, and the smile she couldn’t quite hide.

The figure remained still until she disappeared around the staircase. Then, very slowly, they turned toward the closed office door.

A long silence followed.

The stranger adjusted the sleeve of an expensive coat before walking calmly toward Professor Adrian Ashford’s office.

His measured knocks echoed against the wooden door.

Inside, Adrian looked up, the faintest smile still lingering from Emilia’s departure.

"Come in," he said, expecting her to have forgotten something.

The handle turned, the door opened, and his smile vanished.

"Surprised to see me, Adrian?" the stranger asked with a slow, knowing smile. "Or should I call you Professor Ashford?"

Adrian’s expression turned cold, his eyes hardening as recognition settled in.

"You’re dead," he said, his voice quiet but certain.

The stranger’s smile only widened.

With deliberate ease, they slipped off their coat, exposing skin ravaged by fire. Burn scars stretched across both arms and climbed the length of their neck, twisted and raw beneath the light.

A sinister chuckle escaped their lips as they gave a careless shrug.

"Turns out," they murmured, "even Hell rejected me."

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