Page 103 of Under the Bed

He backs up, perching his ass on his desk.

Then I see it.

The bulge in his pants.

Shit. Fuck.

Bastard.

First thing I do is snap my gaze back up to his face and hold my chin high. “What will be good enough?”

“I could have you kicked out for the little stunt you just pulled.” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Please, don’t.”

Don’t give my father an excuse to say I’ve lost it and commit me to a psychiatric hospital. Please.

“Your daddy made a significant contribution to this college, but…” he trails off.

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end.

It has nothing to do with my professor’s lingering threat.

It has everything to do with Kaleb. He’s here. An invisible shadow.

My protector.

But where?

Without raising Professor Dempsey’s suspicions, I avert my gaze once again to the gardens. The grass, trees, and paved paths are bathed in soft, low lights. Barely visible since the campus street lamps are few and far between.

The presence I’m sensing is out there, I’m sure of it.

Yes, here he is. I see him.

At first, he’s just a black smudge in the distance, approaching Professor Dempsey’s office. Slowly.

Why?

Couldn’t he see how angry I was? How freaked out?

That I worried for him?

I think he did. I think he sensed that I’d need him too.

My heart flutters in my chest. For a moment. That’s all I allow myself. I can’t focus on him.

I have to protect myself from my professor. He wants to hurt me. To assault me.

“But…” he says. “There’s another option.”

“Please.” We both know what I’m asking for. We both know I’m begging him not to reveal what’s waiting behind door number two. “Please. It doesn’t have to be that way.”

“You seem to be having trouble taking orders today, so let me be very clear.” His hands move to his belt. I refuse to fidget or take a step back when he unbuckles it. Fuck. Him. “You either get on your knees and suck me off, or it’s goodbye for you. Not just to this place. I’ll make calls. I know people. It’ll be really fucking hard for you to get accepted anywhere else. My connections are stronger than your daddy’s money.”

They aren’t.

He’s nowhere near as wealthy or influential as my dad is. He doesn’t own a million start-up companies nor is he basically richer than God.

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