The messages started innocent enough. At least that’s what I told myself.
Elena: Alex, bring your latest draft to my office tomorrow evening at 7. We’ll go through it line by line.
Me: Yes, Ms. Voss. I’ll be there.
But by 11 p.m. that same night, things had already shifted.
Elena: You seemed tense when you left class today. Everything alright?
Me: Hard to relax when I keep thinking about you.
Elena: Be careful, Alex. Students shouldn’t say things like that to their teacher.
Me: Then tell me to stop.
She didn’t.
Elena: I noticed you staring at my legs again. Do you like them?
Me: I want them wrapped around my head.
The typing dots appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.
Elena: Naughty boy. I’m sitting here grading papers with no panties on because I’ve been wet since our tal
