Under Cover

Chapter 2: Getting closer


Chapter 2: Getting closer.


 
The new semester was about to start in a week. When that comes she\'ll see Professor Sumer less, because he would be teaching. Zoey pulled a very short skirt, high heels boots that almost reached her knees and a very tight shirt.
Her orders were clear. She needed to keep an eye on him constantly. She saw him three times a week and the other times she followed him around. He never noticed her. The main problem was the night, she couldn’t watch him during the night. He lived in a small street, at a small house and he will notice her car outside.
She looked at the mirror. \'You look like a whore.\' She scolded herself. For a time now she thought that the only way to watch him closely was to get inside his pants. The problem was that she actually liked the idea. \'And why wouldn’t I? He is hot! Besides, he wants me just as well…\'
It was true, they bantered constantly. He was very witty and smart. They often found themselves engaged in a serious conversation and She often found herself lost in his soft hazel eyes.
He was watching her all the time. At first she feared he knows her from some where or that he suspects something but after a while she got use to his eyes on her body. She didn’t care, he never touched her and always treathed her with respect. \'The world needs more men like him.\' She thought as she put her eyeliner. \' Don’t go and fall inlove with him, Zoey, that\'s the last thing you need right now.\'
She got inside her car and drove to the campus, she was a few minutes late, as usual and after she parked her car she hurried inside the English department and practicly ran to his office.
te ate as usual.\" He welcomed her with a smirk.
\"Sorry, ah…bad traffic.\"
\"You live five minute from the campus.\"
She grinned at him. It was their everyday rutine.
\"You have a meeting with the Dean in five minutes.\" She reminded him.
\"Oh! I totally forgot, I\'ll see you around lunch, then.\"
\"Sure.\"
He headed towards the door and then stopped and turned to face her.
\"Miss Gordon…if it\'s not a big problem for you…can you dress more proparly to work? Hmmm…less exposed?\"
She flushed and looked away from him.
\"I\'m…I\'m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you…\" she stammered.
\"Oh, it\'s alright Miss Gordon. Please understand…I maybe old,\" he winked at her. \"But I\'m still a man.\"
\"I\'m sorry.\" She said again.
\"It\'s alright, I\'ll see you at lunch.\"
He walked out and she cursed under her breathe.
\"Will you bring food for lunch?\" she screamed after him.
\"No!\" he yelled back and she smiled. That was another one of their rituals.
\'Well the seduction part went well…\' She sighed. She pulled out a wand made of dark brown wood and muttred something. Her skirt changed its color and became longer. \'That\'s better, now what?\' She had another idea, she could get a boyfriend and make him jealous. \'And what if he doesn’t want you?\' She sighed again and sat in her chair. The only way she knew was sex. That was the only way she knew about that could get her closer to a guy. She felt sick, \'You are a whore.\' Her mind concluded and she agreed. In someway, that was true.
 
 
Professor Sumer tried hard to steady his heart beat and to regulate it. Her beautiful sight didn’t leave his mind. Her short skirt and her long blond locks, He dreamed about her almost every night. At first his dreams contained pure sex, a frantic sex, he dreamed about having her against the door in his office, but lately everything seemed slower. As he got to know her, he dreamed more about making love to her, slow and tender. He wanted to caress her long locks of blond hair. He dreamed about taking her to a romantic dinner and talking to her. And to laugh, she had a wonderfull, contagious laugh.
She changed him, he was never that happy. Not since that horrible day two years ago. He sighed, he was falling inlove with her. He was falling inlove with his young, witty, could be his daughter, assistant.
\"Ah, Professor Summer, goog morning. Come inside.\" Professor Sumer smiled at the Dean and entered the office.
 
 
When he got back to his office it was around lunch and he cought Zoey reading a book, sitting on his leather chair.
\"What are you reading?\"
\"What did you get me for lunch?\" she asked back.
\"I got you your favorite salad\"
\"The pasta salad? How did you manage to snatch it? I never manage to get there on time and then got stuck with that horrible \'chef salad\'!\" she exclaimed and grabbed the plastic package he held.
He laughed at her enthusiasm.
\"I have a professor\'s privileges.\" He winke her her.
She got up from his chair and sat across from him.
\"You changed your skirt.\" He observed.
\"Yeah, it took me a half an hour so I can stay more if you want.\"
\"No, it\'s o.k, listen I might need you for another day in a week. I agreed to teach a few more hours a week so I\'ll need more help.\"
\"That\'s not a problem.\" She pushed the tuna and the corn to one side of the plate and placed the pasta next to it. On the other side of the plate she pushed the tomatos and the pickles.
\"What are you doing?\" he asked.
\"I like the pasta and the corn and the tuna the best, so I\'m saving them for the end.\"
He laughed at her and she faked hurt face.
\"Are you sure it\'s o.k? You can work one more day a week?\"
\"Yeah, I knew I had to work so I didn’t take many courses, you know…\"
Professor Sumer frowned for a moment. She was talking fast and looked at her food. \'She\'s a horrible liar\' he thought and decided to check her semester schedule later on.
\"Hey, there is a party tommorow, Professor\'s are invited too, it\'s for the new semester, will you came?\" she asked.
\"I don’t know, I\'m not a party man.\" He laughed.
\"I doubt that…you should come, it\'ll be fun.\"
\"Are you going?\"
\"Of course, I wouldn’t miss a party.\"
\"Are you going with your boyfriend?\" he asked.
\'I don’t have any.\' She thought. \"Sure!\" she said and watched with amusement when his eyes widened a bit.
\"Well, I\'ll think about it\" He said.
They continued eating in silence. Zoey smiled to herself, everything seemed fine for now. She found him quite easily and he seemed to like her, so it wasn’t a big problem to get close to him.
Was there really a threat? Or parhaps they were deceived by their own spy. She didn’t want to know. She would be happy to stay there, just like that, without all the trouble and worry that constantly crept her mind.
 

Please review!! I know it\'s a bit slow but there has to be some backround.