28- Your sweet eyes

I hope someday he learns that you don’t just have to be nice to a customer. I’ll have an inspection come,” was the last thing the tall man said before pulling my hand and starting to walk to the exit.

“No, please, sir… No, wait” I heard Jonh stammer, looking in our direction with a horrified expression. 

What had just happened?

. . .

We left the bar and the cold night greeted me as it began to cool my panties.

God, what was I supposed to do now? Jesus, I was so fired. 

I brought both hands to my arms, my uniform was a skirt and a button down shirt with short sleeves, so it didn’t cover anything in the freezing night.

“What’s your name?” a male voice asked softly and I spun, almost fearfully, on my feet to face the man behind me, only to be dumbfounded. 

**

The man walks up to the platform, and just like I did the night before, in front of him and the taxi driver, he bows as a greeting.

And the girls’ sighs are not long in coming, besides, they look at him as if they want to devour him.

“He’s so handsome.”

“Do you think he’s married?”

“Oh, I want my children to be his.”

And the murmurs behind me continue and continue.

“The handsome guy behind him is Park Jeon, right-hand man of the sexy Mr. Lee,” Danna whispers excitedly, and my attention goes straight to the boy who was at my house this morning to deliver my coat, who is very close to Lee Rang Do.

Perhaps I was not mistaken in thinking he was the secretary of that man.

Oh, and the university rector is also in the room.

“It is a pleasure to welcome you all. You are the future of this world, and it will always be a pleasure to see new faces every year,” Mr. Lee Rang Do speaks, his gaze fixed on us. He hasn’t noticed my presence, and I hope he doesn’t, besides, the room is big enough for him not to notice me.

The fact that he sent my coat home and left a message with his secretary, sarcastically thanking me for letting him know I arrived safely, means nothing.

I take a deep breath and focus on his face, on the delicacy of his features, and how soft his hair promises to be.

He wears thin glasses that accentuate his face, making him look adorable. Adorable and handsome.

God, what is he doing here? And a billionaire type? How could he have defended me last night? I am impressed that he took pity on me.

“This year, I will be teaching administrative procedures, accounting, and a bit of strategic management on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays,” he explains, and my mouth falls open.

What? I feel my blood pressure drop, and I want to run away from the classroom, but that would only draw attention.

For God’s sake, how am I going to endure looking at him three times a week without having a heart attack? I’m dying of embarrassment.

And the message I sent him! Oh, what a disaster.

I sink into my seat, trying to hide my face, because it could fall off from embarrassment, and Danna frowns.

I invited that handsome, billionaire man for a coffee, who also paid for my taxi home and defended me from my abusive boss…

And who touched my chin with delicate hands.

Oh, what am I thinking?

And I sink deeper into the seat, and my lower lip trembles.

A miserable coffee, and now he turns out to be my professor and a billionaire CEO.

“Are you okay, Hal? Do you feel sick?” Danna leans her body towards mine to fan my face, and when I try to push her away, since we are drawing attention since apparently we are the only ones moving in the damn room, a large part of the students turn to look at us.

And that’s enough to catch the professor’s and his attention…

“Is something wrong?” his deep voice inquires, and I want to hide my face, I don’t want him to see me, but Danna makes that impossible, not to mention that all eyes are on us… Including the stern eyes of Lee Rang Do.

“I think Hal is feeling unwell…” Danna starts, but I stop her by pinching her leg to make her quiet.

“I’m fine,” I manage to say with a trembling voice, and the rector nods, speaking to the class again, capturing their attention once more.

Everyone stops looking at me, except him. His brown eyes are fixed on me, and I feel my heart racing.

Damn it.

“Right, Mr. Lee?” the rector speaks, addressing our future professor, and only then does he shift his gaze away from me, and I feel like I can breathe again.

This can’t be happening. And he looked at me…

I inhale and focus my attention on him because, even though I want the ground to swallow me, I can’t stop looking at him.

“I hope we do a good job, and my knowledge is of great benefit to you,” he concludes, bowing slightly, allowing his hair to fall slightly forward.

Will it be as soft as it looks? Will I ever get to touch it?

I shake my head and drop my head into my notebook. What the heck am I thinking? For God’s sake, Hal, he’s just a handsome millionaire guy like any other, but why do I want him to look at me again?