Chapter 1
The door creaked open, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t turn, didn’t need to. The weight of his presence filled the room before he even spoke.
I could feel him, his height, his broad shoulders, the way his sharp suit hugged his huge frame. The air between us felt electric, charged with something far more dangerous than academic curiosity.
“You’re still here, Miss Whitmore,” his voice rumbled, low and rough, the kind of voice that made my thighs clench. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, one laced with something darker, something that my middle throbbed.
I finally turned, pressing my back against the edge of his desk as I met his gaze. Professor Hale stood in the doorway, his blonde hair streaked with silver at the temples, his piercing blue eyes loc
