Semua Bab My Professor's Dirty Little Secret: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sloane POV—I slung my bag over my shoulder and stepped into the lecture hall, the familiar hum of students settling into seats greeting me like an old friend. Back from vacation, the campus felt both comforting and stifling. I shook off the last remnants of sand and sun, mentally bracing for the week ahead.My gaze immediately found him. Dalton.He was sitting near the podium, sorting papers with meticulous precision, brow furrowed, jaw tight. Something was off. Not just the usual intensity he carried, no, today it was different. Distracted. Edgier.I tilted my head, a smirk tugging at my lips. Must be the email.I slid into my usual seat near the center, laying my bag on the chair next to mine. Pulling out a notebook, I pretended to focus, but I couldn’t resist sneaking glances at him.He cleared his throat and began lecturing, but every word seemed measured, deliberate, like he was fighting an internal battle I couldn’t see. I noticed the subtle ways he avoided looking directly at

Dalton POV—The moment Sloane shut my office door behind her, I dropped my head into my hands.What the hell just happened?Of all the ways this week could’ve gone, getting blackmailed by a student wasn’t even on the list. And the worst part? She wasn’t wrong. I owed her something, not in the way she thought, but because every time I looked at her now, the memory of that night flickered behind my eyes like a match waiting to catch.I’d spent the past two days trying to rationalize it all away. The email. The fragments of memory I couldn’t shake, a woman’s laugh, the taste of her lips, the warmth of her skin against mine. And now, seeing Sloane… It was like those pieces finally had a face.No. Impossible.I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the fog that seemed to settle deeper each time she spoke to me. She couldn’t be the same woman. The odds alone didn’t make sense. And yet… that voice, that wit, the way she’d smirked when she said the word negotiation, it

Dalton POV—I barely had time to collect myself before she appeared in the doorway.“Professor?” Her voice was light, teasing, but there was that glint in her eyes, the one that made my stomach twist every time. “You said after class, so here I am.”I leaned against my desk, hands gripping the edge tighter than necessary. “I hope you understand why this is serious, Sloane.”She stepped in, calm and unbothered, tossing her bag onto the chair. “Oh, I do. But I can’t help noticing your mood. Tense… frustrated… a little hot under the collar?” She smirked, like she’d read my mind.“Do not test me,” I said sharply. My jaw ached, and my pulse was too fast. Every word she spoke felt like a match struck in a room full of dry kindling.She chuckled softly, tilting her head. “Oh, come on. You don’t actually think I’d be intimidated by a little… verbal reprimand, do you?”I ground my teeth. “This isn’t a game. Your behavior in class was unacceptable. You interrupted, made comments, comments that

Sloane POV—I practically flew down the hallway, clutching my bag to my chest, heart still hammering from what had just happened. Every step felt like it was in slow motion, the echo of his voice and the heat of his hands still seared into my skin. I had to tell someone. I couldn’t tell anyone, but I needed to tell someone.I rounded the corner and saw Lila waiting by the lounge, scrolling through her phone, probably catching up on some pointless gossip or another TikTok she’d already watched ten times.“Lila!” I practically shrieked, barreling toward her.Her head snapped up. “Whoa! What’s—Sloane, why are you breathless? Did you run a marathon?!”I dropped my bag onto the couch, nearly bouncing with excitement. “No. No marathons. Way better. Way way better.”Her eyes narrowed, suspicious but curious. “Better than a marathon? You’re scaring me. Tell me what happened!”I flopped onto the couch beside her, my hands flying around like I was trying to animate my words. “Okay, so… so, you

Sloane POV—WednesdayThe classroom smelled faintly of chalk dust and too-strong coffee, the fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead. I slipped in a few minutes late, hoping to be invisible. My backpack swung lazily off one shoulder, my usual messy bun hastily pinned on top of my head, and sunglasses perched in my hair for good measure. Dalton was already there, his tall frame at the podium, scanning the papers in front of him with that familiar furrowed brow.My pulse ticked faster the moment I saw him. Not because of the embarrassment of last week, or maybe, yes, because of that, but because of the lingering heat, the way his presence seemed to make every nerve in my body sit up straight. I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on the notes I had in my lap, pretending they were the most fascinating things I’d ever seen.He caught my eye briefly, though, and I felt it like a spark, a sudden jolt. He blinked, just once, before turning his attention back to the front of the room. My st