I shouldn’t have worn the short skirt.

The second I pushed open the heavy door to the lecture hall, every pair of eyes swung toward me. Including his.

Professor Lucian Vale stood at the front of the room, one hand resting on the old wooden podium, the other holding a piece of chalk like it was a weapon. His gaze locked on mine and didn’t let go. Dark. Sharp. Like he’d already decided something about me and was just waiting to see if I’d fight it.

My stomach dropped. Heat rushed straight between my legs so fast I had to press my thighs together right there in the doorway. I...