Eliza’s submission had become a quiet addiction.
Two weeks had passed since the office hours incident, and every interaction with Lucian was more intense than expected. A glance during lecture that lingered half a second too long. A brush of his fingers when handing back papers. The way he’d murmur “good girl” under his breath when she answered a question perfectly in seminar.
No one else noticed.
But she felt it in every cell of her body.
Today, he’d upped the stakes.
Mid-morning, an email:
Subject: Research Session – Main Library, 2:00 p.m.**
Miss Harper,
Meet me on the sixth floor, east stacks, section PR4600–PR4699; Victorian novels.
Come prepared to work.
Wear a black skirt. No panties.
—L. Vale
Her stomach flipped as she read it in the graduate lounge. No panties. In the
