KOURTNEY

Astor chuckled darkly, the low rumble of his voice vibrating in his office. "This isn't the club, sweetheart," he said, his voice smooth as silk and cold as ice. "This is my office. And in here, I make the rules."

He took a slow step forward, completely closing the tiny gap left between us. His massive frame towered over mine, blocking out the light above, casting a wicked shadow over me.

"Besides," he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto mine, "you came in here for a reason, didn't you? Don't you want to pass your papers? Don't you want to be awarded A’s without any hassle?"

Before I could...