Outta nowhere, a drop-dead babe was posted up behind him. Wavy hair swept back slick, framing a face that was pure art—plump red lips, cute nose rocking gold specs over big eyes, lashes long enough to kill.
But what snagged Anirudh's soul? Those massive melons.
Rocking a white blouse under a black blazer, top button popped—her rack was so stacked it was busting the seams, teasing creamy cleavage from up top. A dead heat with Eleanor and Aurora's goods. He blanked, straight-up hypnotized.
"Yo, you catch that? Ditch the cig—no smoking," Sophia piped up again, thrown. She was the prof for this gig, and on day one, she'd clocked this dude puffing in the hall and rolled up. But he'd ghosted her first call-out, eyeballing her chest like a perv. What, she wasn't even a teacher to him?
"Name?" Sophia shot him a salty glare. Still scoping? She half-wanted to cover up, but nah, too extra. She shrank back a smidge—those curves weren't shrinking an inch.
"New kid… Anirudh," he tossed out, eyes still bouncing, betting on her bra shade.
"Anirudh?" Sophia ticked a mental box. One MIA yesterday—Anirudh, admin's heads-up.
"Your prof, Sophia…"
"Whoa, Sophia—straight poetry! You're a dime, and that name's fire. Your student? Luckiest break ever—hug it out!" Anirudh laid it on thick, then pounced, snagging a quick squeeze. His chest mashed her softness, and before she could blink, he bailed, stepping back with, "Prof, I'm dipping in…" He bolted into class, leaving Sophia jaw-dropped.
Once he split, Sophia snapped out of it, cheeks heating up.
This punk copped a feel? He's toast—she'd fix him good later!
Class ended, dudes swarming to vibe with her, but Sophia hit the door, paused, then waved Anirudh over. "Anirudh, office…"
Anirudh blanked. What's her deal? His face got her thirsty already?
Under a storm of jealous side-eyes, he popped up and trailed her.
Her heels clacked "tap, tap, tap," hips swinging like a damn metronome, black stockings screaming sex appeal—full-on vixen mode. Anirudh drooled in her wake. Too hot—was she dangling bait?
Her office rocked four desks; hers hugged the window.
"Door…" she said, dropping into her chair.
Anirudh's ticker skipped. Shut in broad daylight? She plotting some freaky shit? Dive in or play it cool?
Waffling, he locked it tight—no crashers if it's on, right?
Spinning, he caught Sophia parked, legs crossed for a sec before she straightened—too chill for a prof. She sat proper, knees locked.
But that just served up those stockinged stems—and a flash up her skirt…
Licking dry lips, Anirudh blurted, "Professor Sophia, vibing someone new lately?"
"Me? Nah—why?" Sophia blinked, lost. What's his angle—she look lovestruck?
"Then why's your panties red…" Anirudh faked a gasp, and Sophia's face lit up like a damn stoplight…