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</div></div><br/>"Darling, why don't you ever let me stay?" Petra lifted herself onto her boyfriend's desk, stretching out her long, dark legs to show off the $300 stiletto heels she had purchased the day before.<br/><br/>"Petra, we've been over this," Ansel replied plainly. He picked up a dark blue marker from the collection on his desk and began drawing a rough chart on the white board. He wrote across the top of the board "CAUSES" in a careful, even-handed print, and began listing words, one on top of the other. He was stopped in the middle of penning the word "SOCIO-CULTURAL" by a sigh that snaked its way through the air and slithered down his ear canal, causing him to shiver slightly. "Is there something wrong, Petra?"<br/><br/>"Yes, of course there is," she huffed, crossing her slim arms over her chest. "You never let me stay for your lectures."<br/><br/>"Why would I?"<br/><br/>A scowl took command of her face and twisted her features into a dark mask of irritability. "Because I'm your girlfriend and I'm asking you to let me stay so I can watch you teach." She paused, curled her lips and once again stretched out her leg, this time tapping the back of his thigh with the toe of her shoe. "You have no idea how sexy I find you,<i>Doctor</i>. I just want to have a little fun.<br/><br/>Ansel capped his pen and set it down, turning towards her and taking her chin in his fingers. "You're distracting, my love. How am I supposed to teach with you looking at me, tempting me with those full lips and open legs? I need to focus." He tossed her head aside and kissed her neck. His hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her from his desk. "Go. Shop. Call one of your friends. I'll be available in a few hours and then we can do whatever you like."<br/><br/>Petra sighed once more but took direction, snatching her genuine leather purse from the desk and stomping away. Ansel was amused by her irritation but happy to see her leave. Petra was 25 years old; old enough to manage her own life but young enough that she still carried a frustrating amount of girlish immaturity on her shoulders. He had more important things to focus on besides her full breasts.<br/><br/>Petra had gone, but footsteps mirrored hers just a minute later. Ansel didn't think much of it; students sometimes came in early to secure their favorite seat or to badger him with questions about assignments and upcoming exams. But the voice he heard wasn't one he would have expected.<br/><br/><i>"Doctor Essen." </i><br/><br/>Ansel knit his thick, dark eyebrows together and turned, seeing a young man standing on the other side of his desk. He recognized the student as Lucio Bane, a young man who performed average in his class, at best. His shoulders tensed as Lucio leaned forward on his desk, his lips looking supple and his eyes appearing curious.<br/><br/>Ansel licked his lips and sat down in his desk chair, weaving his fingers together and looking up at Lucio with a stern expression. "Mr. Bane, I'd be happy to discuss any troubles you may be having with my class during my office hours. They're listed on the syllabus I gave out at the beginning of the semester and they're available on the university's website. As for off-campus tutoring, you should take your inquiry to my T.A., Vincent. I'm sure he'll be able to assist you."<br/><br/>Ansel smirked, feeling his abdominal muscles tense up as he continued to look at Lucio with deep hazel eyes. The boy was, to be frank, a gift to look upon. A beauty akin to those of classic Greek myth, the kind of boy the gods would start wars over. But Ansel wasn't one to be toyed with, not so easily. Lucio was simply going to have to try harder.<br/><br/>"Is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Bane? We have a limited amount of time before class begins."