Page 71 of Campus Daddies

The room murmurs and whispers, noise building as more and more ask their small groups what Squires is talking about.

My stomach sinks.

I catch Trevino’s gaze first.

Then Barlowe comes up beside him.

Their expressions match the dread surging in my gut.

Fuck.

Sofia steps forward, ready to respond, but Squires leans into the microphone again, a small, smug smile curling the corner of her mouth.

“Leann…”

I turn to find Leann at the media table behind the projector.

“Would you mind plugging in that footage for me? I think everyone will find it… enlightening.”

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SOFIA

Ican’t breathe. Images flicker to life on the screen, and I recognize the shot immediately.

This is not good.

The footage is from my camera glasses, which goes straight to my secure virtual storage until I’m ready to review and download it.

I have downloaded this, but how did she get her hands on it? It doesn’t seem possible.

My face warms with mortification as I clutch a sheet around my breasts on screen. It’s clear that I’m naked beneath it.

And all three of my men are clearly visible in Cedric’s room, but none of their faces appear on screen.

It’s a small mercy.

Cedric’s trim, bare torso is shown. Tan with a spattering of hair across this chest and around his navel.

Orion is tucking in his shirt, clearly revealing his custom belt buckle. I recognize it immediately, and anyone who pays him close enough attention will, too. Like his female students.

Braxton is fully dressed, thank God, but his sleeves are rolled up to reveal his forearm tattoos. Not that the barrel of his chestand thickness of his limbs aren’t telling enough. How many men are big and bulky like a lumberjack?

Each glimpse is damning enough for the people who know what they’re looking at.

I unfreeze, jumping to my feet to snatch the thumb stick away from Leann. To stop this from showing more than it already has.

But when I turn, Jordan is already there, shouldering Leann aside to her outraged screech and pulling the device free.

Leann is red in the face as she glowers up at Jordan, but my friend is intimidating when she wants to be. All of those pole dancing classes have given her some muscles so that her arms flex as she pulls back, ready to clock Leann.

She backs down easily, and I switch gears, going to take the mic from Squires instead.

Dr. Squires steps back before I make it to the stage, her hands up as if she didn’t just blow up four people’s lives by showing a very private moment to an entire ballroom full of people. Full of professors and deans and other students whom I have to work beside for another semester.

I couldn’t care less about people knowing I’m sleeping with three men. Even if it’s no one’s business but my own. I’m not ashamed.

They don’t deserve this, though.

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