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MY ITALIAN PROFESSOR
ANTHONY
Porca puttana.
I will never understand why today’s kids find it so hard to follow simple rules.
“As if I don’t already have a full schedule today,” I groan and Rosa, my secretary, rolls her eyes at me. “I understand how sitting at a desk all day might lead you to believe that working here is a walk in the park, but I don’t have that luxury. I have philosophy classes to teach and administrative duties to complete. These people are on the cusp of adulthood. They should no longer need discipline.”
“Be that as it may, Professor Arrabella. Everyone needs to be redirected every once in a while,” she purses her middle-aged lips at me. She still addresses me as Professor even though that’s my secondary title now. Once the school budget restraints are lifted and a new professor is hired, I’ll be the full-time Dean of Education.
“Call her in here so that I can get this over with.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies and waddles back to the outer office.
I wait for the student to arrive and take a quick look at her file. She’s an American exchange student. As I skim through her grades, attendance, and record of discipline, I realize exactly who she is, and there’s only one description that comes to mind—a spoiled little rich girl.
Aria Kane is the daughter of supermodel Jennifer Kane and some billionaire playboy who left the picture not long after she was born. She transferred to the academy last year when her American mother decided to make her Milan estate her permanent residence, but this will be the first time I’ve met this girl. If she has a disciplinary problem, how has she managed to fly under the radar for this long?
My thoughts are interrupted by the most gentle knock on the door. Rosa pounds the door like she’s kneading bread, so it must be Aria.
“Come,” I shout as I close her file and move to the front of my desk, ready to lecture this girl and give her a piece of my mind.
The door opens and I briefly wonder if the floor underneath me has disappeared, leaving my heart pounding like a fist on a drum. I don’t know what I expected to find on the other side of the door, but not this.
I’m stunned by the petite, blue-eyed beauty that saunters through the door. She’s wearing her uniform skirt a bit shorter than regulation and has the top three buttons of her white blouse open, exposing her ample, ivory cleavage. I could address these infractions but then I wouldn’t be able to look at them.
Dammit. What’s happening to me?
“Ms. Kane, have a seat please so we can get started.”
“Yes, sir,” she smiles and sits in the leather chair closest to where I’m standing. Her tiny skirt inches up a bit more on her thighs, and I can’t help but take a quick glance before settling my gaze on her bright blue eyes.
“Ms. Kane…”
“Aria. No need to be so formal,” she interjects.
“Ms. Kane, you’ve been summoned so that we can discuss your continued failure to follow the cell phone use policy.”
“Oh, is that it?” she grins and tugs at her shirt, showing the lacy edge of her pale pink bra.
“Yes, your professor indicated that this is the fourth time he’s addressed this with you. I know you kids tend to become addicted to your devices, but this sort of behavior won’t be tolerated here.”
She nods slowly and gnaws on her bottom lip.
“I’ve reviewed your record of discipline, and until now, you’ve been a model student. Can you tell me why you’re suddenly so distracted by your phone? What’s changed?”
She crosses her legs and looks down at her hands. Her breasts heave as she takes an overly dramatic deep breath.
“It’s not my phone that’s distracted me,” her cheeks flushing with a hint of pink when she says it.
“I’m not understanding. Are you saying that there’s something else distracting you?” I lean back against my desk and can’t believe my eyes. She looks right down at my crotch and licks her lips. She gazes back up at my face and says, “Maybe I just wanted an opportunity to come see you. Maybe I thought that it was time for us to get to know each other.”
Fuck me. Did I hear that right?
I swallow hard, attempting to clear whatever’s stuck in my throat, and shift my position so she doesn’t see the rise in my pants. It’s getting way uncomfortable with all the blood rushing south.
