Chapter 1
Maya’s POV
“Professor Hale, wait up! I need to talk to you about my essay before class ends tomorrow.” I called out, my voice cutting through the empty classroom chatter as everyone packed up their bags.
My heart was already pounding a little too hard, watching her from the back row where I always sat, legs crossed tight under my short plaid skirt.
She was at the front, stacking her notes, that tight pencil skirt hugging her hips like it was painted on, the kind of curve that made my mouth go dry every single lecture.
God, why did she have to look like that? Forty-two and owning every inch of it, with those full t**s straining against her white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of lace bra. And she was my mom’s best friend from college days.
They’d laugh about
