Her heart stuttered. She turned slowly, gripping the strap of her bag until her knuckles whitened. He stood behind the podium still, hands braced on the wood, eyes burning into her. The bulge in his pants hadn’t gone down. If anything, it looked even more obscene.

“Frederick… I—” She tried for an innocent tone, but her voice came out breathy, needy.

“Sit.” He pointed to the desk in the front row.

She obeyed, perching on the edge of the desk rather than the chair, letting her skirt ride up. Her bare pussy was inches from his line of sight if he looked. She wanted him to look.

He didn’t immediately....