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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
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On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
The water was hot—almost scalding.William stood beneath it, head bowed, palms braced against the tile as steam filled the bathroom. He let the water run over him as if it could wash away the day. The office. The door closing. Camille’s voice lingering far too clearly in his mind.He shut his eyes.This has to stop.The thought came sharp and absolute.It must.But he couldn't get the thought out of his head.First it was Ava. Now it was Camille, her bestfriend.What has gotten over him?Why was he so weak and easy to ge to?He was almost late for his class today.What would his father in-law; the Dean say, if this ever came to light?What would be of his marriage?Vanessa was pregnant, it would be too much for her to bear.This has to stop.---Outside the bathroom, his phone buzzed.Once.Then again.His wife looked up from the couch, distracted from the book resting on her lap. William rarely received messages this late. Most of his colleagues respected boundaries. So who could it
On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER FORTY SIX
The blinds were barely closed when the air between them changed.Not loud. Not dramatic.Just—inevitable.William stood with his back to the window, one hand still gripping the cord, shoulders rigid as though holding himself together required physical effort. Camille watched him in silence, her gaze tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell faster than it should.“You’re going to be late,” she said lightly.He didn’t turn. “You should leave.”But the words lacked force. They sounded like obligation, not intent.Camille smiled.She stepped closer, heels quiet against the carpet, until she was directly behind him. Close enough to feel the heat of him. Close enough that when she spoke again, her breath brushed his neck.“You say that,” she murmured, “but you haven’t moved.”His fingers tightened around the cord.“Camille—”She placed a hand flat against his back.That was all it took.William exhaled sharply, as if the touch had knocked the breath from his lungs.
On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
Dr. William Reid sat behind his desk, sleeves buttoned, posture perfect, eyes focused on a document in front of him. He didn’t look up right away.That alone unsettled her.“William,” she said quietly.Nothing.Her heart began to race.“I… I’m sorry I didn’t come last night,” she said, words tumbling out before her courage could evaporate. “I tried, I swear. Things got complicated with Louis.”He finally looked up.And the cold in his eyes made her chest tighten.“Miss Sterling,” he said evenly, “if you’re here about coursework, you’ll need to schedule an appointment.”The words landed like a slap.Ava stared at him. “What?”“You’re not scheduled,” he continued calmly. “And I have another class in thirty minutes.”She stepped closer, confused, hurt. “William, please—”“That is Dr. Reid,” he corrected, his tone clipped.Something cracked inside her.“This isn’t funny,” she whispered. “I know I messed up. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, but his voice
On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
The room felt smaller suddenly.Dr. Reid's eyes stayed glued to Camille's bosom.The air thickened, pressing in on William Reid’s chest until breathing felt like effort. The hum of the motel’s old air conditioner filled the silence, uneven and loud, as though even the walls were aware of what was unfolding.Camille sat on the edge of the bed like she owned it. Like she owned him.She sat on the bed, unhurried, unashamed. She looked nothing like the girl who laughed with Ava in his classroom during lectures. This Camille was composed, calculating, eyes sharp with intent.William remained standing.Still.Frozen.Every instinct screamed that this was wrong. That he should turn around, unlock the door, and leave before the damage became irreversible. But another truth—one far uglier—held him in place.He was already aroused.But control had slipped through his fingers the moment he opened that door.And shamefully, all he wanted and desired now was to shove his inches deep inside her.“
On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER FORTY THREE
The motel parking lot was almost empty.A single streetlamp flickered near the entrance, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement as Camille stepped out of the cab. The night air was cool, sharp against her skin, but it did nothing to calm the heat burning in her chest.Suncrest Motel.The name glared back at her from the faded sign.Who could Ava be meeting here?Her heart pounded as she walked toward the building, each step heavier than the last. She half-hoped—no, prayed—that this was all a misunderstanding. That Ava had a reasonable explanation. That the card meant nothing.But deep down, Camille already knew.She climbed the stairs to the second floor slowly, her fingers tightening around the motel card. Room numbers blurred past her eyes until she stopped.225.Her pulse spiked.For a long moment, she just stood there, staring at the door. Listening. Her heart thundered so loudly she was sure someone inside could hear it.If you knock, she told herself, everything change
On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER FORTY TWO
The knock came again—firmer this time, impatient—dragging Ava out of her spiraling thoughts.She wiped her palms on her jeans, her heart climbing into her throat. Only one person knocked like that.“Ava?”Louis’s voice drifted through the door, warm and familiar. “Open up. We need to leave.”Her stomach pitched.Leave.With him.Her phone screen lit up just then.William: Don’t be late.Just three words.But they tightened something deep inside her.Ava swallowed hard, her throat tight as she typed back with fingers that wouldn’t stop shaking.Ava: I’m coming.The reply was instant.William: Good girl.Her breath caught.She dropped her phone on the bed and pressed her palms to her temples. “This is too much,” she whispered. “This is way too much.”"Ava?" Louis called out again from behind the door.Not tonight. Not now. Not when William was waiting for her in less than an hour… expecting her.Another knock. “Ava, come on.”She squeezed her eyes shut. Not now, Louis. Please, not now.
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