Valentino Romano.
One of the most strict and handsome professors on the campus grounds. He was a new professor, and he looked no more than in his late 30's/early 40s with his muscled physique, broad shoulders, icy bluish-green eyes, sharp jawline, and darkish chocolate hair with a little bit of grey color that suited him perfectly. He had to be around six feet tall because he nearly towers some of the athletes of the school. He is a quiet man and doesn't talk much about himself, but he did reveal to his class that he was born to an Italian mother and Spanish father, and he had lived in Florence for almost ten years before moving to Spain and then to America. He can speak Italian, Catalan, Spanish, and English. He also speaks Portuguese here and there. Because of his Italian background and impressive resume, he started teaching the Italian language and Italian art history at the university that I attend. Nearly every woman in this university has tried to get to with him. Even the married ones that worked beside him could not stop giving him the goggling eyes. However, he was not the one to give in. He normally would ignore the women fawning over him and get his work done. He was a serious man, and he meant business. He was the type to never raise his voice, and it would terrify other people because when he gets upset, he never yells or anything. He has this calm and collected demeanor when angry that makes you think twice on what to do afterwards. He was not one to play games when it comes to education.
So here I am in his class on a Friday afternoon, listening to him speak on another art history chapter that will be on the exam, and apparently, we must remember most of the Italian artists names for the next exam. Lucky for me, I chose the front seat to get a closer and good look at him from where I was sitting. He has a slight accent when he talks, and his voice is
deep
.
I'm talking about dropping panties deep. He was going over the art pieces of Michaelangelo, and I could not stop staring at his big arms flexing underneath his button-down shirt. He rolled his sleeves up a bit, and you can clearly see his veins in his hands and upward. It was a beautiful sight to see. Dirty thoughts were going through my head as I shifted a little in my seat and clenched my thighs together, all the while, Professor Romano was staring right at me, and we locked eyes. He slightly raised a brow and turned around to continue talking about the lesson. I continued taking notes and just doodled small drawings while he was explaining the exam and what we needed to study.
"Alright, class. Do not forget to study Michaelangelo, Caravaggio, Raphael, and Giotto for the exam next week. Most of the questions will be in essay format with some multiple choice. I will see you all next Friday and study hard. Class dismissed." He turned off the projector and went to his desk to re-organize his desk while the class quickly got up and left the classroom. I was about to turn and head out until Professor Romano spoke up.
"Signora [Y/L/N]. A word, please?" He called out to me.
I turned around and looked at him, nodding while walking over to the other end of his desk. I looked at the paperwork on his desk instead of his face. He sighed as he sat down which made me look up at him in his face. He situated himself in his seat and crossed one leg over the other while he just stared at me. I was feeling uneasy and broke eye contact, opening my mouth to say something, but he spoke instead.
"Do you know why I called you over to speak with you, signora?" He asked me.
I timidly shook my head and gave a low and squeaky "no sir" in response.
He sighed deeply and looked at me again as if he was not pleased with the answer.
"I called you over because this is the third time I have caught you not paying attention in my class. You are one of my best students, and you have proven that, however, it seems that your mind is elsewhere and not on the lesson. You have an exam coming up, and you barely even took notes."
My jaw dropped just a little in shock because of how true his statement was. Even if I try to come with a lie, it won't get through to him because he already
knows.
He spoke up again.
"So again, what is causing you to lose focus in my class?" He asked as he relaxed back into his seat, scanning my face for an answer.
"I...I just haven't been sleeping well. That's all." I answered.
"Sei sicuro?" He asked me in Italian.
"Si, signor." I replied.
He slowly nodded his head and stood up. "Ottimo. Well, if that is it, then I guess we are done here."
"Well, there is one thing that I wanted to ask."
"Which is?"
"Are you still doing Italian tutoring by any chance? I am still struggling with the phrases from our recent chapter."
"I'll see what I can do when it comes to the schedule. However, if I can't make it physically, I can make up an online appointment if that's okay."
"Yes, sir. That will be perfect."
He gave me a light smile and nodded. "Brava. Well, I will see what I can do for that. You take care and make sure to get some sleep. It's really important."
I nodded. "Si, professore. Ciao." I waved and turned to walk away until he called my name.
"And [Y/N]?" He called out.
I turned back around and raised my eyebrows as a signal for "yes?". He stood up from his desk and walked towards me. I could smell his Armani cologne as he got closer, and I started to become uneasy and wet. He looked down at me as I looked up at him. He held his hand out and lightly touched my arm.
"This is not appropriate of me to say since I am your professor, but I just want to say that you look nice today. You look like a little bumblebee. Hopefully, you can wear outfits like these from now on"
He complimented my fit as I wore a white V-neck blouse with a black and yellow plaid skirt that was above my chubby thighs. My hair was in two afro puffs with a yellow headband, and I was wearing my yellow and white thigh socks with my converse shoes. Since the weather was so nice out, and it was the weekend, I wanted to dress up and look my best. Not that I don't look my best every day.
