I closed the door to my office and leaned back against it, my heart pounding. At thirty eight years old, I had built a reputation as the strictest and most professional Dean of Students this college had ever seen. My auburn hair was always pinned in a tight bun, my makeup minimal, and my pencil skirts and silk blouses carefully chosen to command respect while still hugging my full breasts and curvy hips. But tonight, everything was about to change.
It was past eight in the evening and the administration building was quiet and almost empty. I had stayed late specifically to handle Marcus Reed.
There was a sharp knock on my door. I sat behind my large oak desk and tried to keep my voice steady. "Come in."
Marcus walked in with that arrogant swagger. He was twenty one, tall, powerfully bui
