The lecture hall was empty. Only the stage lights remained on where Professor Kane delivered his famous literature lectures.
At 22, Ava had always been a top student, diligent, ambitious, and secretly obsessed with the man now standing behind his desk in the front office adjoining the hall. Professor Elias Kane was in his mid-40s, tall and commanding. He was strict, brilliant, and utterly off-limits.
Ava stood nervously in front of his desk, clutching her essay. “You said I needed extra credit to secure my A, Professor.”
Kane leaned back in his chair, eyes slowly raking over her short skirt and the nervous way she bit her lip. “Close the door, Miss Harper. Lock it.”
Her heart hammered as she obeyed.
“Come here.” His voice was low, authoritative. The power dynamic had always existed, b
