They stood there in silence as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“What the hell is your problem, Professor?” she snapped at him.
Sebastian was angry at the question.
“What is my problem? What the hell are you doing here dressing like that, huh?”
She looked at herself and realized she was wearing a short, tight dress that exposed a lot of skin.
She’d never worn anything like it before, and it had been a last-minute decision to put it on that night.
She’d wanted to look her best for the club, and she didn’t care.
“Why does it matter to you what I’m wearing?” she shot back.
“I’m not your property. I can wear what I want, when I want.”
Sebastian felt his chest tighten.
“You are my problem, Erica!”
Her lips parted, and she tilted her head. “Me?”
“Yes. You. The fact that you are d
