On My Professor's Desk
On purpose.
She wasn’t scared. Not really.
But she wasn’t prepared either — for the man waiting behind that door, or for the way her body still reacted to the memory of her hand on his cheek.
She knocked once, sharp and quick.
“Come in.”
His voice — low, controlled — slid through her like smoke.
She opened the door slowly, stepping into a space that was painfully him.
Dark shelves. Stacks of books. Heavy scent of his cologne.
And at the center, Dr. William Reid — suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, leaning back in his chair like he was expecting her… and enjoying it.
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