Chapter 91

**Sara**

I reached for my wine glass and took a generous swig. The alcohol was making my head fuzzy but in a pleasant way. It dulled the edge of this conversation and made it easier to brush off Tom's advances.
"Besides," I continued, gesturing with my glass, "I'm quite happy with my little shoebox of an apartment, thank you very much."
"Alright, alright. It's your decision. But just know, the offer's still on the table. Like a delicious, tempting dessert you can't quite bring yourself to eat."
"Are you comparing yourself to a chocolate mousse now?"
"More like a tiramisu. Layers of complexity, with a kick."
"Oh, you've got a kick, alright," I muttered, taking another sip of wine.
Tom's eyes sparkled mischievously. "There are perks to staying here beyond the fancy furniture and my charming company."
"Do tell," I said, raising an eyebrow.
"We could stay naked all day if we wanted to. No need for clothes when it's just us."
I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I played it cool. "And risk flashing the neighbors? I don't think so, Professor. Some of us don't have exhibitionist tendencies."
"The windows are tinted, smartass," he retorted, playfully swatting my arm. "Besides, it gets lonely here sometimes. You're alone in your apartment, I'm alone here... we could keep each other company."
"Oh, is that what this is about? You're feeling lonely?" I teased, taking another sip of wine. "I thought you were just trying to lure me in with your fancy apartment and tinted windows."
"Lonely? Me? Never. But think about it, Sara. We could stay naked all day, every day. No more fumbling with buttons or zippers. Just you, me, and our birthday suits."
I snorted, nearly choking on my wine. "And what about when the pizza delivery guy shows up? I'm not answering the door in my 'birthday suit', thank you very much."
"Who said anything about ordering in? I'd cook for you, naked as the day I was born. Imagine it - pancakes in the morning, spaghetti for dinner. All prepared by yours truly, wearing nothing but an apron."
I laughed at the image of Tom flipping pancakes in nothing but an apron. "You're ridiculous, you know that? I can just see you now, standing there with your bare ass hanging out, trying not to get grease splatters on your... assets."
"Hey, I'll have you know I'm an excellent cook. And I look damn good in an apron."
"I'm sure you do," I snorted.
"And just think, we could shower together every morning. Start the day off right, all hot and steamy..."
"Mhmm, and who's going to pay the water bill when we use up all the hot water in the building?" I teased, trying to ignore how my body reacted to his words.
Tom's hand found its way to my thigh, his touch sending sparks through my body. "Trust me, it'd be worth every penny."
I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head. The wine, the late hour, and Tom's proximity were all conspiring against my better judgment. "Look, Tom... it's tempting, I'll give you that. The fancy apartment, the naked cooking, the... shower adventures. But I can't just move in with you."
"Why not?"
I sighed, setting my wine glass down on the coffee table. "Because I'm still a student, remember? I've got to finish my MBA. And let's not forget the tiny little detail that you're my professor. Can you imagine the scandal if anyone found out?"
"So, what are you saying?" Tom asked, his hand still resting on my thigh.
I bit my lip, considering my words carefully. "I'm saying... I'll think about it. After I finish my MBA. Until then, well... I guess I'll have to settle in to visit regularly and enjoy your bed. And you, of course."
Tom's eyebrows shot up. "Oh really? And how often would these... visits be?"
I smirked, feeling a rush of boldness. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just the effect Tom had on me. "Oh, I don't know. Whenever the mood strikes me, I suppose. It could be once a week, could be every other day. Depends on how... inspiring your lectures are."
Tom's eyes darkened with desire. "I'll have to make sure they're very inspiring then."
"Mhmm," I hummed, leaning in closer. "And who knows? Maybe one day, I'll decide I want to stay. But for now, I think I prefer the excitement of sneaking around. The thrill of wondering if anyone suspects what we're up to."
"You little minx," Tom growled, pulling me onto his lap. I let out a surprised squeak, my hands flying to his shoulders to steady myself.
"Careful there, Professor," I teased, wiggling my hips slightly. "Wouldn't want to spill any wine on your fancy couch."
His hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. "I think I can handle a little spill," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
I leaned in, my lips grazing his ear. "Oh yeah? And what about a big one?"
His breath hitched, and I felt a surge of satisfaction. It was thrilling to know I could affect him like this, to feel the power I held over him.

The Professor's Temptation
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