He leaned closer. “You’re even prettier up close. I get it now. Why he’d risk everything.”
“Whatever you think you saw—”
“Oh, I saw it all,” he cut in. “That window faces the courtyard, sweetheart. Blinds wide open. Full view of that tight little body bouncing on his cock.”
I flushed crimson. My mouth opened. No sound came out.
“You have two options,” he said calmly. “I go to the dean. Or…”
He trailed off, his eyes lowering to my chest.
My n*****s tightened under my shirt.
“Or?” I whispered, disgusted with myself for asking.
“Or you let me have a taste.”
I slapped him. Hard. My palm stung. His head jerked to the side.
He looked back at me—eyes glittering now.
Then he smiled.
“You’re gonna regret that,” he said.
And he walked away, whistling.
—
I barely slept that night.
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