Chapter 2
"So that is your explanation for throwing away your education? Daydreaming about your professor during class and then spending your evenings with your hand shoved inside your wet little p***y instead of cracking open a book? You think that kind of behavior deserves sympathy, or even a passing grade?"
He rose from his chair with slowness, the wood creaking faintly under his weight as he rounded the desk and closed the distance between us, his tall frame towering over me now and filling the small space with an energy that made my breath hitch in my chest.
I lifted my head to meet his eyes, nodding even as my pulse thundered in my ears and my hands gripped the arms of the chair to keep from reaching out toward him.
"Yes, that is exactly what I have been doing, and I know it so
