Complete Distraction

[Astrid Zhefarovich]

Astrid was supposed to be studying right now. Apparently her teacher disagreed with her. Blue eyes narrowed with annoyance as they fell onto the form of her teacher, whom was currently busying himself by exercising right in front of her.....shirtless. After Astrid's parents saw the great jump in her grades with Muggle Studies, they decided to hire the man full-time. He was an amazing teacher, he was just really weird sometimes. Astrid attempted to look down at her book once more so she could actually get something done, but Prodan wound up switching from doing push-ups to pull-ups within a matter of seconds, recapturing her attention once more. It'd be a lot easier to ignore him if he had a shirt on, and Astrid kind of felt like he knew that too. Prodan was a total peacock, he liked to show off when he desired attention. Ever since Astrid had turned seventeen, she fell under the impression that he was trying to seduce her, but could just be her imagination. Issue was, he was very attractive. He had a nice body, an impressive facial structure, even his personality was nice. Sometimes. Astrid still by her statement of him being a little bit weird sometimes.

Finally growing tired of not being able to study, Astrid picked up the book she was trying to study from and hurled it in Prodan's direction. "Could you maybe put on a damn shirt?!" Astrid figured that finishing her astronomy lesson was out of the question too now that she threw a book at her teacher. Astrid was a perfectionist, and very uptight. Prodan knew that she was very serious when it came to keeping control of her emotions. So why did he insist on teasing her just now? It was clear that Astrid was entranced by watching him exercise. He was good-looking and smart. Astrid couldn't help but look! But hormones were too blame, and felt like she needed to put her foot down and gain some kind of control over her emotions. "I really need to get some studying done, and you're distracting me." Astrid figured she might as well attempt to study some more, since Prodan was too busy to give her a lesson today. Astrid raised her eyebrows at Prodan, as if she were questioning why he was still half-undressed. Seeing those tone muscles slicked with sweat was just, ugh! Astrid quickly tore a book from her bedside table and tore it open. Reading was the perfect distraction! ​

 

[Prodan Zhefarovich]

Prodan Zhefarovich currently taught someone. Sure, he was once a professor and he retired for a reason, but now, he was teaching this young girl before she would graduate for a bit now, and even had some interest in her, which would explain why he was shirtless right now. He was being paid to teach the daughter, and yet, he was interested with more than just teaching her. Prodan currently was in the floor, performing various exercises. Currently, he was doing sit ups. At his age, he could not afford to slack off and become obese. He could not live with himself if that ever happened. Prodan did not mind that he was doing this in front of Astrid, but he did not mind the attention he knew he was getting from her. Ostensia might have been fun for a little bit, but she was not what he was looking for. He wanted someone a bit younger. A teenager that was of age. Astrid was of age, and she had developed nicely. In fact, she was ripe and for the picking. He would love to have her at any point. He wondered if she even thought of him in that manner.

However, a book interrupted his thoughts as it bounced right off of his shoulder. He looked over at Astrid as she asked if he could put on a shirt. He raised an eyebrow and he shook his head, "Nah, they are much too restricting. Plus, I am exercising right now." Prodan then turned around and he started to do some push ups. They were the hardest for him, but now, he seemed to be handling them just fine. He loved doing push ups, but he also knew that it was rather distracting for her. He adored the attention, and he soaked it up. Then she said that he was distracting her, and he finished another rep before he paused. "Distracting? How am I distracting, Astrid?" he purred as a smirk painted across his lips. She started to read a book and he walked over toward her, leaning down before he took the book from her hands. "Isn't it obvious that there isn't really a lesson today?" Getting a little close to her might do the trick, but he was going to have to do this right. Slow and easy, but seductive. He would have to make himself irresistible. He thought that wouldn't be so hard to do, but she was young and skeptical.​

 

[Astrid Zhefarovich]

Too restricting? Was he freaking serious? Astrid raised an eyebrow at her teacher and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It was obvious that he worked out often, because he was pretty toned as it was, but why did he choose to exercise now? Surely he wanted Astrid to do well on her exams, and that could only happen if she studied and attended regular lessons. "You can exercise at home, Prodan!" Astrid hissed as she eyed him carefully. The fact that he was attractive enough to distract her bothered Astrid a bit. Her parents raised her up to be such a control freak that any sort of slip when it came to keeping her emotions and thoughts in check and Astrid became scared. What if she wasn't able to keep herself from doing something stupid? This was her teacher, and the fact that she found him attractive at all was concerning enough. Old men were not supposed to be good looking and able to be a teacher at the same time. It was like torture for the poor students of that teacher. Perhaps that was why he quit teaching at his last job? Maybe he had too many admirers chasing after him?

Astrid rolled her eyes. "You're distracting me because you're moving around, and you're sweaty and breathing heavily....it would distract anyone. Plus you're not even wearing a shirt!" Astrid couldn't believe he wanted her to elaborate on how he was being distracting. To her it was pretty obvious what was going on The seventh year was sure that he would be just as distracted if she was in his place right now. Then he walked towards her and took the book from her hands, which was going to keep her from studying. Astrid frowned and went to reach for the book again, only to be surprised and find her hand being slapped away. "Lesson or not, I need to study! Give me my book back!" Astrid stood up and tried to grab the book, but she failed as retrieving it once again. Prodan was the absolute worst. "If you're not hear to teach me things, then what are you doing here!" Astrid questioned, her eyes blazing with anger and a hint of confusion. He had no point in being at her house if she didn't have a lesson to go over. Unless he felt like keeping her company since her parents were busy as usual, but that didn't seem appropriate to her. ​

 

[Prodan Zhefarovich]

Prodan could not help but not wear a shirt. It was too restricting while he worked out. He had to do what he could. Astrid mentioned how he could exercise at home, but he did not want to. He looked over at her and he smirked some more. He did not want to go over to his house and work out. He did not have an audience there! "Why would I do that when you are right here to watch me work out? I feel more motivated when someone is here." Prodan had to be attractive toward her. This was just something that would have her enticed to like him. Perhaps it was working, and she did not know that was what he was wanting? He thought that it was obvious, but it might not be to his student. He would have to educate her. How more obvious did he have to be? Maybe he would have to lose the pants? Well, that might be a bit too bold. So, he would not do that. He smirked a bit when he thought over what she could do with him, but he kept it down to a minimum.

He was distracting her since he was moving around, sweaty and breathing heavily. And he was not wearing a shirt. He chuckled before he offered, "Want me to go take a shower or something? You don't have to watch that, unless you want to. I wouldn't mind." He shrugged those shoulders before he winked at her. Now, that was an obvious flirtation. But, if she would register it, it was up to her. He slapped her hands away when she tried to get the book back. He was not going to give it back to her and she should probably just recognize that now. Astrid was a smart girl. She could do it. He believed in her. She needed to study and then she asked if he was not going to teach her things, then what was he doing here. "Am I not wanted here unless I am teaching you the most boring of materials, Astrid? I figured by now, you might actually like me around since I am absolutely amazing." Prodan tossed the book to the side, way out of reach. This would be fun. He just could not wait until she would give in to what she really wanted, and he knew that she really wanted him.​

 

[Astrid Zhefarovich]

Astrid swiftly folded her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow at Prodan's statement. Most people preferred to exercise in the privacy of their own home. Then there were the select other few that had no shame whatsoever. Prodan must have been one of them. "You're more of a peacock than I figured you'd be. You really have no shame do you?" Philippa questioned curiously. Was Prodan really that much of a peacock? He did seem to like showing off what he had, but wasn't Astrid a bit young for him to be doing that with. Plus she was one of his students! That was highly inappropriate. Astrid wasn't sure if she liked this kind of attention from her teacher just yet. It felt weird. "Besides, don't you have a girlfriend or something you'd rather be doing this in front of?" Astrid questioned. Surely then were plenty of other females out there that he'd like to show off for. Astrid could easily remember a certain blonde haired female that he had gotten cozy with a couple of times. Were they no longer a thing? Or perhaps he was married and she was just a good friend or something.

"Students and teachers shouldn't be in the shower together! My god!" Astrid's cheeks burned fiercely. This was embarrassing! Astrid had never even had boys at school pursue her to this degree, so it felt weird to have a grown man do it. She might have turned seventeen some time ago, but it still felt like she was a kid sometimes. "Try not to be insulted when I ask you this, but are you some type of cradle robber or something?" Astrid questioned, finally fed up with his not so subtle hints at there possibly being some type of attraction towards her. Astrid had to wonder if he was like this when he taught at the school. Did he hit on his students there too, or was this a one time thing. How many other girls did he talk to like this? Astrid had to consider the fact that he was only leading her on because he thought it would be funny to do. Astrid didn't like having her emotions played with. Was it not obvious that she was a bit of a control freak? This sort of thing really got under her skin, and she was pretty sure that Prodan knew that it did.
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[Prodan Zhefarovich]

Prodan merely smirked when Astrid mentioned that he was more of a peacock than she figured. Whatever she meant, he was not sure. It must have had something to do with him showing off the goods, but she had yet to really see much. She had the option, all she needed to do was to give in. "I truly have no shame. Why should there be shame in this?" He gestured over his muscular form with a smirk on his lips, still. Astrid might have been young, but Prodan really liked her. She was young, and she was hot. And, best of all, she was a challenge. She did not become putty in his hands, which he kind of wanted, but thought it was sexy that she was fighting his charms with all of her might. Eventually, she would just have to give in. "No, I dumped her a while back. She was far too manipulative. And she was hung over her ex." Ostensia was good for a few lays, but that was about it. She was far too sad, and did everything that he wanted her to do. That included losing weight for him. Now that was beyond pathetic.

Prodan started to laugh when Astrid said that students and teachers shouldn't be in the shower together. "Well, I never said that you could join me in the shower. Now, look at who is jumping to conclusions." Prodan was teasing her now, and one could tell with the tone of his voice. And then she asked the question if he were a cradle robber or something. It took him a moment to realize what that meant, and well, he was being one now. But, he was not normally. Just when someone catches his eye, he went after them, no matter the age. That was why he waited until she was of age to really put the moves on her. "Well, I wasn't when I officially taught in school. However, I can't help that I am attracted to the young ladies nowadays. Well, just one. My ex was a coincidence that she was young and a former student of mine." Prodan stood up straight and brushed his long, brown locks out of his face. He really could not help who he was attracted to, but he was telling the truth there. He did have a few flings here and there, but when he really wanted someone, he would put all of his focus into that person. And that was Astrid.​

 

[Astrid Zhefarovich]

Astrid shook her head, trying her best to gain some control of the situation because it felt like she was losing control of the entire situation and if it was one Astrid feared, it was losing control of something. "Not shame in your body, shame in the situation. Are you seriously not bothered by the fact that you're flirting with a student, and even worse, someone who's not even half your age. That's what you should be ashamed about." At least, he should be ashamed. With the way he behaved, Astrid doubted that it would phase him even the slightest. He wasn't the usual man that one would see ever being a teacher and Astrid was starting to wonder if that was a bad thing. According to one of her closest friends who had the world's biggest crush on Astrid's teacher, he wasn't even really a teacher. He was just a man being paid to help Astrid with her studies. Astrid mentally rolled her eyes at the thought of how hopelessly infatuated that girl seemed to be with the older man. Yet here he was, showing off like the little peacock he was right in front of her. Why was she different? Was it because she scolded his behavior instead of welcomed it?

"Who would want to sit there and just watch someone shower? Of course I jumped to that conclusion." Astrid defended herself. There was no way he was going to rope her into sounding like a total pervert, because she wasn't like that even in the slightest. Either way, Astrid wasn't interested in watching this man do anything with a shower, even if all he intended to do was clean it. Astrid finally began to see the actual picture after Prodan explained that Ostensia was also once his student. Shaking her head, Astrid set her supplies aside and sighed. "I hope you don't think that you and I-well you know. You'd be a complete distraction and I can't have that in my life right now. So-go put a damn shirt on and give me my book back." As gorgeous and interesting as she found him to be, Astrid had never had herself a man and didn't plan to until she was where she wanted to be. They were distractions to begin with, plus they barely ever supported the fact that she was a major control freak ninety percent of the time. ​

 

[Prodan Zhefarovich]

Prodan looked down at Astrid, and that smirk remained as she asked if he had any bother to how he was flirting with a student, and someone who wasn't even half his age. Prodan shrugged his broad shoulders before he shook his head, "Nope. I like who I like, and the others will just have to handle the consequences. After all, I did move to Greece for a reason." Prodan looked down at her body, and he gestured, "But who can really blame me in being interested in you? You are amazingly hot, incredibly intelligent, and this seems like it would be more like hoodoo, or forbidden. You can't tell me that it isn't the least bit hot at all." Being with someone who was practically forbidden was the biggest turn on of all time, and surely, she thought something similar. He really did not have to fight this hard, did he? Surely, she would fall for his charms just like Ostensia had. However, he planned on making sure that he would keep this one. Something about her just screamed that he had to have her, for ages. He could say forever, but he was sure that he would not ever be married again. He had two failed marriages, why would he have another one that could fail?

"I'd love to watch myself shower. All wet and covered in suds, but that is just me. That and I also like to be thorough." Prodan thought about it, and he thought that having a shower with walls made of mirrors sounded like an excellent plan. He might go do that once he got back home. That would be his next project. Astrid seemed like she was having enough of his advances, but he was really wanting to know how it would be between them. Just to try something new. Something about her drove him wild, but for now, maybe he should just give her the book. Letting out a sigh, he slowly handed the book over, "Here. But I must say, you are good at avoiding my advances. I do like you, but I suppose that you should probably either come to terms if you like me or don't. But do consider me, one day, perhaps being more than a friend, or a tutor for that matter." Prodan was being considerate, but he doubted that he would actually hear something promising. It would be nice, though.​

 

[Astrid Zhefarovich]

"It's not that I don't find you attractive or alluring in some sense, you're my teacher. If I'm not careful I could get distracted, and I plan to Graduate with a perfect score in every class. You my good sir, are a distraction that I cannot afford." Astrid explained. He might have been trying to seduce her, but her ability to remain focused was actually a lot stronger than he likely expected. When she didn't have school to worry about she might not be as lucky. "I Graduate in a few months. Hit me up then and then I'll determine whether you are the master as seduction, or you're just shameless flirt." Astrid winked as she took her book back from Prodan. Although she didn't think it would go all that far even then, Astrid's self-control was definitely a pain to get past, and he was going to figure that out sooner or later.

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