The Teacher's Obsession
he replies smoothly.
I mean, he does have taste. My eyes widen at the price. Why is this man working at a university if he can afford stuff like this?
"No, I’m your student," I insist in a hushed voice, hoping no one else is listening. Jace pauses for a second, his eyes flicking to mine. "You’re my student, yes. You want to add any more to that list?" He resumes scrolling, completely unbothered. "No. I want the list removed," I breathe out. Another set is clicked on, consisting of very short shorts and a spaghetti strap top, all in a soft pink.
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