Chapter Four
Office Hours Extended
The next time I saw Professor Maddox, it was in front of a crowd.
He walked into the lecture hall just like any other day, impeccably dressed in that crisp white button-down, black slacks hugging his narrow hips, and that glint in his eye that only I seemed to understand now. His sleeves were rolled up again. His throat bare. No tie. No mercy.
My thighs clenched at the memory of what we did last Friday.
I had to pretend like nothing happened. Like my professor hadn’t held me after f*****g the soul out of me on his desk. Like he hadn’t whispered that I now had access—to him.
And I wasn’t even sure what that meant. But I knew I craved more.
As he started lecturing on postmodern literature, my eyes didn’t leave him. His fingers wrapped around the whit
