Chapter Two
Lesson Plan
I didn’t sleep much after our first session.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him again—his mouth, his hands, the way he looked at me like I wasn’t just a student, but something he owned the second I walked into that office.
I was still sore between my legs.
And I liked it.
I spent the next few days walking campus like I had a secret scrawled all over my skin. I wore tighter jeans, smaller tops. No one else knew, but I felt exposed. Like if I stood too close to someone, they’d smell him on me.
I waited until Wednesday.
Office hours again.
At exactly 4:02, I knocked on his door.
“Enter,” came the smooth, commanding voice.
I stepped in slowly this time, more aware of how my hips swayed when I walked, how his gaze locked onto me like a match to gasoline.
