[Warning: This chapter contains smut/snu snu. Please read at your own risk]
[You were in a white buttoned shirt and a pencil skirt with a small slit at the back. I could see you browsing through the books on the shelf, making sure you had everything in order. I looked at you, hunger and deviance on my mind, wanting to feel your curves under my hands. My book on Victorian literature lay forgotten as I stared at you in longing. In a moment of decision, I stood up from my seat and quietly made my way to you.
"Miss Ten," I say to you, my voice composed, far from the storm in my heart.
"Yes, how can I help you?" you whisper back, looking delectable.
"I need your help with a problem I have encountered," I say in a low, breathy voice.
