The students filtered out of the classroom, laughter and chatter filling the hallways. Alicia, with a quick wave, mentioned her business management class and disappeared into the crowd. Arthur, meanwhile, took a deep breath and headed toward Instructor Isabella's personal cabin as instructed.
When he opened the door, he froze in place.
Before him was a sight so captivating it felt like time stopped. Isabella was bent over, reaching for a pen on the floor. Her skirt had ridden up just enough to reveal the curve of her hips, and at the edge of the fabric, a tantalizing glimpse of black lace panties teased his vision. The way the fabric clung to her curves made it hard to look away.
She noticed his gaze almost immediately and smirked. Without straightening, she turned her head slightly and spoke in a sultry tone. "Enjoying the view, student?" she teased, her voice like velvet.
