I was on my way to the parking lot when Clare stopped me.
The day had come to an end and I had a date with Micheal.
“ Professor Thacher, the Dean wants to see you in his office before you leave.”
Clare said, out of breath, probably from racing after me.
“Why?”
I asked anxiously but Clare had as much clue as to why as I did.
With a black hole forming in my stomach, I walked into the administrative block and down the hall to the Dean's office.
Stopping In Front of his door to mentally ready myself.
I heard voices and laughter as I raised my hand to knock.
One I recognized as the Dean’s, full of depth and base.
The other I recognized as the familiar husky low timbre inside my head every time I closed my eyes to an orgasm at the end of the day.
My stomach dropped, and my hand knock
