JasmineI scoffed.Of course.“A proposition?” I repeated coldly. “You’re a professor. If this gets out, you could lose your job too.”His expression barely changed.“True.”He stood slowly from his chair, the movement alone shifting the air between us.“But I can get another position elsewhere,” he said calmly. “I’m a professor, Miss Buston.”He stopped a few feet away, his gaze dropping briefly to the scholarship badge attached to my bag.“But you?” he continued quietly. “You’re a scholarship student from a poor background. Lose that, and then what happens?”Every word landed precisely where it hurt most. My jaw tightened instantly, humiliation burning inside me because I knew he was right—he knew, and I hated him for it.“What do you want?” I asked. “I’m guessing you want something in return.”He nodded stiffly before closing the distance between us.“I want you to model for me, for a private art series,” he said, his gaze locked with mine. “Nude.”My entire body went rigid.“What
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