Taking a deep breath, I pushed it open and stepped inside. Professor Dorian sat behind a massive mahogany desk, one arm draped casually over the back of his chair. He was on the phone, listening more than speaking.

"Mhmm... No, I'll handle it. Yes, I'll make sure he learns his lesson... No, don't send anyone else. I've got it under control... Goodnight."

He hung up and swiveled in his chair to face me fully. A slow smirk spread across his handsome face as his eyes raked over my body from head to toe. I shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Well, well," he purred, standing up...