Teacher's Part - Part 3

Michael continued his work first weeks of term and gradually got into the swing of things. He was happy with how things were going, especially with the final year a-levels. He had quickly started to work on a plan for each pupil to find out where they were lagging behind and get them back on track as quickly as possible.

The notable exception to this was Natalia. She was a straight-A student which surprised him given how aloof and detached she was. She continued her low level flirtatiousness whenever she could and seemed to treat the school's rules as entirely optional. For example although in a roomful of people Natalia appeared to be dressed in the school uniform she was actually wearing a custom made version with much finer material and with a more flattering cut.Michael berated himself when he realised he'd only noticed this because he spent so much time checking her out.

He had also looked her up online, her father Massimo Contini had some serious money. The family owned a huge shipping business and had it's fingers in numerous other pies and some of the reports about their business practices raised a few eyebrows. The family and it's business enterprises had a Wikipedia page, Natalia was actually mentioned on it. It had been frequently edited and reverted as people made insinuations about corruption and links to organised crime.

While Michael was researching his star pupil Natalia was also busy, she was researching her new obession diligently. He was a regular contributor to several online history forums and had penned articles to some fairly well-known journals. She read his work and was impressed with him. Handsome, smart, caring and funny. He was definitely worth having.

Like most teachers Michael kept his social media account anonymous but Natalia was smart enough to find him. His Facebook account was listed as Michael James, his middle name. A good idea she thought but not good enough, she simply looked up his profile on the school website, found out which university he went to and what year he had started teaching. With that information got the list of people he graduated with, found the only Michael's on their Facebook friend-lists and eventually she got her man.

Step two took a little bit longer. She found a fellow pupil with no facebook presence and set up a profile for them, she spent time making it look as genuine as possible and before long was friends with enough "mutual friends" people to make a friend request to Michael.

Despite he too-cool persona she actually punched the air when she got the notification of his acceptance. She had her claws into him now. It was time to reel him in.

After their next lesson she waited until everyone had left and approached his desk "Uh oh" thought Michael "Shields to maximum".

"Hi Michael" she purred, it was a breach of etiquette but Michael knew if he reacted and corrected her he was only handing the inititive to her.

"Ms Contini...what can I do for you" he smiled. He knew he had to be careful around her but he still wanted to be a great teacher for her and, if he was honest, he found her a likeable person. Natalia pulled a book from her bag, Wolf Hall by Hillary Mantel, a favourite of Michaels. He smiled as he recognised it."A lady with taste I see"

She smiled back "I am really enjoying it and I wondered what you thought of it". This was a lie, she knew Michael had loved it from his Facebook page, she presumed a pupil doing extra curricular reading in his favourite period of history would be a perfect way to bring them closer. They chatted amiably for a while before she went in for the kill "You know Mr Williams, I am stuck in my apartment on my own ploughing through this...I would really love it if we could skype and do a readalong together" She edged closer to him "Some nice reading just before bedtime would be perfect, after that we can just chat about anything that comes up" she slid a piece of paper with her email & skype address on it over to him. "Half nine tonight" she purred

Michael was in trouble, the thought of having a gorgeous young temptress on webcam. It would be career suicide but gorgeous, rich heiresses were difficult to resist. The fact she was reading books on his favourite subject made it doubly difficult. He was torn in too. Everything he had learnt in his training and career was screaming at him to run a mile but he would be a liar if he said he wasn't absolutely desperate to take up the invite. She was perfect and rich and clever and heartstoppingly beautiful.....

He realised the seconds were stretching on and she was gazing at him with those intense brown eyes. She bit her perfect, ruby-red lips coquettishly.

"Natalia I am really sorry but you know I can't" He realised he was avoiding eye contact with her. She had absolutely tied him in knots here "It's just.....well....It's not.......apropriate" was all he could manage. He looked up, her gaze was unflinching

"Michael" this time she put her hand on his and pressed her nails in ever so slightly "if you are worried about you job I promise you no-one will find out and even if they did my family has a lot of influence at school. Nothing bad will happen, you have my word"

"Really Natalia. I'd l..." he almost said he'd love to, hell it was the truth but if he admitted that there would be no going back. He had to re-establish boundaries "...It's just not apropriate......on any level"

He slide the book back to her and smiled once again "I am really happy you are enjoying the book though, I would love to talk it over in class after you've finished it"

He expression was unreadable. No anger or embaressement at the rebuttal. If anything she looked intrigued. She took the book but left the paper "Okay Mr Williams, see you soon" and with that breezed out of the room.

Michael flopped back in his chair. That was a major problem. He should inform the head-mistress but it would only make things difficult and doubtless turn the conversation onto the tryst the head was trying to engineer with him herself.

He looked at the piece of paper. He was about to throw it in the bin but someone might find it and ask questions, he told himself, he stuffed it in his pocket vowing to throw it away as soon as he got home that evening.