CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: THE PROFESSOR’S OFFICE
Mia texted Kyle at 9:47 p.m. with nothing but an address and a single line: Come now. Door’s open.
Kyle recognized the building immediately. It was Professor Cooper’s office that sat on the third floor of the humanities wing, a space he’d only ever seen during daylight office hours. The hallway lights were already dimmed when he arrived. He pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.
Mia stood behind the professor’s massive oak desk, her skirt hiked up around her waist, tank top pulled down so both breasts spilled free. Professor Cooper sat in his leather chair, tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His eyes tracked every movement as Mia slowly circled the desk, running her fingers along the polished wood.
“Close the door,” she to
