he said softly, placing his strong hands on either side of hers on the desk. “That’s wrong. Do it again.” She closed her eyes, exasperated. “Again? Seriously?” Moist air clouded her jawline as he leaned even closer to her, and the chair creaked as he pushed it slightly forward as he bent over her. “Yes. Seriously,” he whispered, and his lips were almost touching the flesh of her earlobe; Lisa fought the urge to turn her head and suck them viciously between her own, instead turning back towards the paper in front of them. Her pencil hovered above it for a second as she hesitated, concentrating, and then she carefully completed the problem. She felt relief slide over her until his hands abruptly left her field of vision, and Lisa realized he was walking swiftly towards his own desk. “Good work,” he said over his shoulder, shooting her a small smile before sitting down. Lisa poked her bottom lip out in a shameless pout, and he raised one eyebrow over an amber eye before returning to his own work. Smirking, she saw, and shook her head affectionately. The man was actually smirking at her disappointment.
