Professor Lucien
Wouldn’t teeter so close to coercion— To using his power to drag a blowjob from her in this office.
I’m not good.
Her hand slides past me. Eyes locked on mine.
“Are you not?” she murmurs, lifting the cookie box. She peels back the lid, fingers brushing its edge like it’s silk.
Her gaze drops—to the cookies. The scent hits. Warm, spiced, maddening. My fantasy. Feeding me.
Then she lifts her gaze, a cookie pinched delicately in-between her fingers.
“What makes you so sure you’re not good, Professor Lucien?”