Rachel
“Cameron.”
“No,” he immediately said.
“But—” I was about to argue, but Cameron jumped out first.
He couldn’t do this to me. Not in his office!
I chased him to the elevator. “Cameron, we can’t do it here,” I told him again.
“Do what?”
“This.”
“What’s this?” he countered. Oh, he was screwing with me.
“Your silly playtime.”
“It’s not silly to play with you. I know you want to play with me, too, don’t you? Instead of playing by yourself, having someone to play with you is much more sufficient.” Not him, certainly. “Besides,” he paused. The elevator started to move. Cameron pushed himself closer. “I’m sure you haven’t forgotten what’s going to happen if you disobey me and your precious professor will lose his job. I don’t mind, though. You don’t need that degree. You want to be
