บท 3: A Dangerous Game Of Desire

Finally, I pulled into the parking spot outside my apartment. I turned off the engine and turned to Ina. "We're here," I said, unbuckling her seatbelt. "Can you walk?"

"Yes," Ina responded, but the word came out slightly slurred. "I can walk." She attempted to get out of the car, but stumbled as soon as she stood up, her legs giving way underneath her.

I hurried to her side, catching her before she could fall. "Careful," I said, supporting her weight with my arm around her waist.

"You clearly can't walk on your own. Come on, I've got you."

As I steadied her, Ina let out a drunken giggle, and her hand smacked against my chest. "Such a gentleman," she mumbled, her words running together. "You really know how to make a lady feel special."

I couldn't help but chuckle at her words, secretly enjoying the way she touched me so casually. "Just trying to keep you from breaking a bone," I said, guiding her toward the entrance of my apartment building.

Ina leaned heavily on me as we walked, her hand still resting on my chest, her touch sending small sparks through me. I tried to ignore the effect she was having on me and focused on getting her upstairs safely.

We made it to the elevators and I pushed the button to call it, holding Ina steady as we waited. She leaned against me, her body warm and soft, and I could feel her breathing against my neck.

As we stood there waiting, Ina nuzzled her face into my neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good," she murmured, her warm breath tickling my skin and sending a shiver down my spine.

I tried to keep a straight face, but the sensation of her breath against my skin was making my body react in ways I wished it wouldn't. I kept my grip on her tight, silently praying the elevator would arrive soon.

Thankfully, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I guided Ina inside and hit the button for my floor. As the elevator ascended, Ina kept leaning into me, her body pressing against mine.

I could feel my heart racing, her nearness and drunken flirting were affecting me more than I'd care to admit. I tried to ignore the feelings that were stirring inside me and instead focused on the fact that she was drunk and not in her right mind.

But it was getting harder and harder to ignore the way her body felt against mine, her hands wandering over my chest and shoulders. I mentally cursed myself for being attracted to her, knowing that nothing good could come of acting on these feelings.

I tried to gently push her hand away, but Ina was having none of it, swatting my hand away with a pout. "Don't be such a prude, Professor," she slurred, her hand continuing to explore my chest and shoulders.

I could feel my resolve weakening, her touch setting my nerves on fire. I knew I should stop her, but every fiber in my body was screaming to let her continue. I took a deep breath and gently grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away from my body.

I spoke in a firm voice, my eyes locked on hers as I forced her wrists back down to her sides. "Enough, Ina," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument.

She pouted in response, her eyes narrowing as she tried to wriggle out of my grasp. "You're no fun," she mumbled, her body still pressing against mine in a most distracting way.

Her pout was starting to get on my nerves, but at the same time, it was also driving me crazy. I wanted to kiss those pouting lips and wipe that pout away, make her stop looking at me with such drunken, seductive eyes. But I knew I couldn't give in, no matter how tempting it was.

Finally, we reached my apartment. I was grateful for the reprieve from Ina's relentless flirting, but the knowledge that we would be alone together in my flat didn't do anything to soothe my nerves.

"I feel hot," Ina said, already discarding her shoes and coat. Her movements were a little sluggish from the alcohol, but she still managed to make shedding her clothes look graceful.

I watched as she stumbled out of her clothes, my resolve weakening further at the sight of her standing in front of me in just her skirt and top. Her top was riding up slightly, revealing a strip of smooth skin, and the hem of her skirt was riding up as well, exposing more of her creamy thighs.

I forced myself to move forward, closing the distance between us. "Stop," I said, my voice hoarse with the effort of restraining myself. "You can't keep stripping off your clothes. I'm barely able to control myself as it is," I confessed, my eyes feasting on the bare skin she was already exposing.

Ina giggled, seemingly enjoying my reaction. The alcohol had made her shameless in her teasing, and her hands were already reaching up to undo the buttons on her top.

"What's the matter, Professor?" she purred, her fingers working at the buttons. "Are you having a hard time keeping your thoughts pure?"

"Harder than you could possibly imagine," I admitted through gritted teeth, my eyes glued to her fingers as they teased the buttons open, revealing more and more skin with every inch.

I grabbed her wrists, stopping her from opening any more buttons. "Enough," I said, my tone firm but gentle as I guided her toward the bedroom. "You need to sleep, and you need to do it now. No more clothes coming off."

I led her into the bedroom and helped her onto the bed. Once she was settled, I buttoned her shirt back up, doing my best to avoid looking at the bare skin I had been tempted by earlier. Then, I pulled the covers over her, tucking her in securely.

"Close your eyes," I said firmly, keeping my voice steady even though it was difficult to look at her without wanting to kiss her. "You need to rest. No more talking, no more antics, just sleep."

Ina grumbled in response, clearly not happy that I was cutting off her source of fun. But the alcohol in her system was making her eyelids heavy, and she eventually closed them begrudgingly.

She mumbled a drowsy "Thank you, Professor," her words slurred from the alcohol, but still understandable. "For not taking advantage of me," she added, her eyes finally closing as she drifted off into sleep.

As I watched her sleep, my thoughts raced with conflicting emotions. But now that I knew she was single, I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. Leaning down, I softly kissed her forehead, making a silent promise to myself.

"You will be mine," I murmured, more to myself than to her unconscious form. With a determined stride, I stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind me.

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