“Take off your shirt now!”My fingers stood still on the edge of the desk.Professor Elias Voss stood two steps away, arms crossed over his chest as his deep voice cut through the silence of his private office.How did we get here? The door went shut behind him only seconds ago.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard that I thought he would hear it.I swallowed, my throat dry. “Professor, what are you…”“You heard me, Lila,” he said, taking one step closer. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable. “You came here after hours of begging for extra credit on that paper you barely passed and I told you there would be consequences for wasting my time. So strip or walk out and fail my class.”Heat rushed up my neck.I was twenty-one, not some clueless freshman, but the way he said it made my knees weak.Elias Voss wasn’t like other professors. He was in his mid-thirties, tall, and always dressed in black shirts that hugged his shoulders too well. Students always whispered about him an
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