Evelyn glared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her shirt balled up in one hand as she fumed. "That darn egoistic bastard!" she muttered, her annoyance palpable.
Just as she attempted to rinse the coffee stain from her shirt, her phone chimed with a message from Jane. It was a celebration message, announcing that her interview had gone well, and they should head out to commemorate the achievement. Evelyn, her shirt now wet, draped it over the sink and peeled off the damp garment, revealing a pink lace bra she had on underneath.
"Some stupid guy spilled coffee all over me," she grumbled into the phone, her irritation evident in her voice. "Can you believe it?"
Jane's voice crackled with laughter from the other end. "Could you not cause problems for a single hour? I remember leaving you just an hour ago, and yet you have a new story to tell. What's up with you, woman?" she teased.
Evelyn responded with an unabashed laugh. "I swear, Jane, trouble seems to find me wherever I go."
Jane assured her she'd come to her location with a fresh shirt, asking Evelyn to wait in the bathroom.
As she stood there in her lace bra, Evelyn glanced at herself in the mirror. Her irritation with the coffee incident faded as she admired her reflection. Suddenly, something swift and shadowy darted behind her. It happened so quickly, almost imperceptibly, but she caught a glimpse of a tall figure vanishing behind the doors of the toilet stalls.
A shiver ran down her spine, and she felt a chill settle over her shoulders. "Who… who is there?" Evelyn stammered, her voice trembling. There was no response, but the lights above one of the bathroom stalls started flickering.
She shook her head in disbelief and cautiously approached the stall. From the gaps at the bottom of the door, she saw a shadowy figure, a pair of feet. "Is anybody in there?" she asked as her hand reached for the door. Her heart pounded in her chest, and beads of cold sweat formed on her skin, glistening in the dim light.
With a sharp intake of breath, she pushed the door open and retreated swiftly, putting as much distance between herself and the stall as possible. But then, as suddenly as it had started, the flickering light ceased. Evelyn stared at the empty stall, her breath shaky. "No, not again. I won't fall for this again," she muttered to herself.
With the eerie feeling still lingering in her limbs, she decided to leave the restroom immediately. Forgotten on the countertop was her shirt. In her haste, she dashed out wearing only her pink lace bra and jeans. She flung open the door without a second thought.
As she hurried down the employee corridor, she could hear footsteps following behind her. Fear gripped her, and she refused to look back, not wanting to stumble and become easy prey once more. Her skin was cold, but her determination to escape overrode any discomfort.
However, she eventually took a sharp turn, and someone grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her into an alcove and pressing her against the wall.
"Let me go!" Evelyn screamed defensively, her instincts kicking in. In sheer panic, she threw a punch at the person holding her, but the moment her fist connected, she realized her grave mistake. "Professor?" she stammered, her face draining of color.
Her punch had landed square on his jaw, causing him to wince in pain. "I'm so sorry, Professor. I didn't mean it," she pleaded, rushing to cradle his face in her hands, her eyes resembling those of a wounded puppy.
Ryan, caught off guard by the sudden punch, took a moment to regain his composure. But when he looked at Evelyn, his brows furrowed deeply. His gaze fell on her nearly bare upper body, and his expression darkened.
It was at that precise moment that a few men walked into the corridor, engrossed in their discussion and carrying files. However, when their eyes landed on Evelyn, they came to an abrupt stop, admiring the soft, silky white skin barely concealed by the delicate pink bra—a curtain to an enticing scene. And the fact that Evelyn's mind hand't regsiterd it yet that she was naked made it even more weird.
!
As Ryan's possessive and protective gaze bore into her, Evelyn's heart raced faster, her chest heaving with anticipation. His hand moved with a deceptive gentleness, smoothly sliding forward to grab her bare waist, his fingers pressing lightly as he held her with a complicated look in his eyes.
The moment her soft, bare skin came into contact with his warm body, the cold feeling that had gripped her moments ago seemed to vanish into thin air. Her breath hitched as his fingers made contact with her delicate flesh, and she couldn't help but notice the way her undergarment showcased her curves, the fabric revealing more than it concealed.
Ryan, despite his initial shock and anger, found himself mesmerized by the sight before him. Her attire accentuated her curves, the delicate material hugging her figure in a way that left little to the imagination. His gaze lingered on the subtle rise and fall of her form, and he couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt toward her. Her skin was soft, her allure irresistible, and he struggled to tear his eyes away from the captivating image she presented.
As he shielded her from the lustful stares of the intruding men, his arms enveloped her not just for protection, but as if he were staking a claim to the captivating beauty before him. His grip tightened, fingers grazing the skin at her waist as he pulled her closer, his touch igniting a spark of desire that he couldn't ignore.
Evelyn, her voice quivering with anxiety and embarrassment, whispered, "Professor–"
"Get out of here!" Ryan's voice, laced with a mixture of anger and smoldering attraction, cut her off. The men, taken aback by his sudden outburst, quickly left, their gazes lingering on the tantalizing sight they were leaving behind. Ryan's gaze followed them until they were out of sight.
"Professor, I'm so sorry," Evelyn began, trying to explain. "I didn't mean it. I was just so scared, and I thought you were–"
His grip around her tightened, making her wince slightly. His eyes, now darker with desire, bore into hers. "Why are you dressed like that? And of all places, here?" he hissed, struggling to control his emotions. His anger was evident, but so was the undeniable attraction he felt.
"What do you mean–?" Evelyn attempted to pull away, only to glance down at herself and let out a hiss. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she realized how her attire left little to the imagination. She quickly wrapped her arms around her chest, her breaths shallow and rapid.
"Professor, I can explain," she stammered, her voice a mix of desperation and desire. "I'm definitely not that kind of girl. I just left my shirt back there. I can prove it to you if you come along with me."
Ryan turned away for a moment, his thoughts in turmoil as he struggled to regain control. The sight before him had ignited a fire within him that he couldn't easily extinguish. He took a deep breath, feeling the heat of the moment, and removed his coat. In a surprisingly gentle gesture, he draped it over her shoulders, providing her with some semblance of cover. The feel of her skin beneath the coat sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but imagine what lay hidden beneath.
Evelyn hugged the coat tightly, using it to cover herself as her cheeks continued to burn with embarrassment. She looked up at him, her eyes a mixture of vulnerability and desire. "What the hell?!"
As Jane arrived on the scene, her eyes widened in sheer shock. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing—a nearly naked Evelyn, wearing nothing but a pink lace bra, draped in Professor Ryan's coat. Her jaw dropped, and for a moment, she was utterly speechless.
Evelyn's gaze quickly shifted to Jane, who had seemingly materialized as her savior. Their eyes met, and a silent exchange passed between them. Jane understood the need to intervene in this awkward and sensual situation.
With a smirk playing on her lips and a hint of mischief in her eyes, Jane grabbed Evelyn by the arm and pulled her away from the professor's protective embrace. She couldn't resist a playful jab at her friend.
"Thank you, Professor, for saving my friend once again," Jane teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She couldn't help but add, "I hope you continue doing that forever." Her laughter echoed in the corridor as she led the still-blushing Evelyn away from the scene, leaving Professor Ryan behind with a mixture of frustration and unfulfilled desire.