The Hockey player's submissive professor
“Aish, your face is pink! I’m not stupid. You are seeing someone.”
“I’m not!” I snapped, a little too fast, and immediately winced. “I mean… if I was, I’d tell you. Really.”
“Mmhm,” she hummed, not convinced, but let it slide—for now.
I swallowed hard, desperate to steer us away from dangerous territory. “Anyway, forget me. Tell me about you. The promotion. The new guy.”
That lit her up instantly. “Ah, Juno, this one is different. He’s funny, smart, and oh my god, his dick is—” she broke into a giggle, covering her mouth dramatically, “long and curved.”