| MANDY’S POV |
A sudden chill shot through me, locking every muscle in place. My chest seized so hard it burned, and my pulse pounded so violently I couldn’t tell if it was racing or about to give out.
I scrambled backward against the bench, yanking my skirt down in a hurried attempt to cover myself. My hands shook so badly they fumbled over the thin fabric of my panties before finally catching hold.
With clumsy, desperate jerks, I dragged my panties up from around my knees and yanked them back into place at my waist.
In the rush, my phone slipped from my hand, hitting the floor with a loud clatter, Professor Dan’s photo still glowing on the screen as it faced up.
Chris didn’t move. He just stood in the doorway with that same infuriating, smug smirk plastered on his face.
His gaze
