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“No shortcuts,” she calls after me on my way out.

I mutter an agreement and slam the door before I see her roll her eyes at me. It’s a good ten-minute walk back to his office and my irritation grows. I realize that he might not even still be there to let me in, and also that I don’t have his number to call ahead. Pissed off, I decide to cut through a parking lot to shave off a few minutes, despite it being dark and my promise to Jen.

The further I get from the streetlight at the edge of the big parking lot, the more I hear Jen’s constant safety lectures, and the more freaked out I get. It’s practically pitch black and the streetlight at the opposite side seems miles away.

When I see a group of guys a few rows of cars over, my imagination goes wild and I pick up my pace. I hear them hoot with laughter to each other and out of the corner of my eye, it looks like they’re changing direction to head my way. In a full-on panic, I put my head down and run the rest of the way to Professor Hayes’s office as if the hounds of hell are after me, certain I can hear multiple pairs of feet crashing close behind me.

I keep going, finally risking a look behind me when I’m close to his office, feeling stupid to find no one is after me at all. I crash into something solid and big hands grip my shoulders.

“Rosalie, are you alright?”

I feel even stupider to realize my misplaced panic over nothing made me smack into Professor Hayes as he was coming out of his office. His hands slide down my arms as I struggle to catch my breath. I’m too embarrassed to admit I imagined everything and slump against his hard chest.

“I took a shortcut,” I try to explain over my heaving breaths. “There were some guys … I got scared.”

I keep my face buried in his crisp button-down shirt to hide my flaming cheeks. Also, because he smells even better this close. It’s not cold but goosebumps erupt on my arms as his hands run up and down while he tries to soothe me.

“You’re fine now,” he says. “There’s no one around. But you shouldn’t go wandering around campus alone at night.”

His voice turns harsh and he pushes me away to look down at me fiercely, protectively. My heart melts along with my panties.

“I’m sorry,” I say, unable to tear my gaze from his beautiful blue eyes, even as he scowls at me. “I forgot my book and I need it for an assignment tomorrow.”

“Come to my office,” he says gruffly.

My legs go weak, but it has nothing to do with the frenzied run I just did. It’s the fact that he has his hand on my back as he guides me toward the stairs, and because of the way he keeps looking at me. Like I belong to him. Like I’m delicious.

Chapter 4

Adrian

I can’t believe Rosalie’s back, but she’s so shaken up, I can’t be angry with her.

“You have to be careful,” I admonish, somehow almost more upset than she is. Walton College is fairly safe, but bad things can happen anywhere. The idea of something happening to her makes my blood boil while striking fear in my heart.

The only thing that’s truly not safe right now is my reputation—if I let her into my office—but there’s no way I can let her leave when she’s trembling so hard that she can barely walk. What’s worse is she seems embarrassed about it when she shouldn’t be. She was smart to run, and I tell her so, earning myself a grateful smile from her that tightens my chest.

I slide my hand along her back to comfort her and she leans against me. The warmth of her body seeps through my shirt and I pull away before I move my hand lower to cup her sweet ass.

With a gasp, she stumbles on the steps. “I’m sorry,” she says for the third time, wiping away a tear. “I have a cramp in my calf.”

I drop beside her and take her chin in my hand, making her look up at me. “Stop apologizing, Rosalie. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

I massage her leg, pushing up her thin yoga pants while telling myself it’s to work her muscle better, not to feel her smooth skin. The skin I’ve been thinking about way too much is now under my fingertips. She leans forward, her breath hot on my neck, and tugs her pant leg down with a soft smile.

“It’s better now, Professor.”

I help her stand and she tentatively puts her weight on it, wincing in pain when her foot touches the concrete stairs. I growl under my breath and sweep her into my arms.

“I’m really fine,” she says, but I hold her tight.

“Stop arguing. You’re clearly still in pain. Just let me carry you, little girl.”

That slips out, the thing I think about calling her when I fantasize about stripping the clothes from her perfect body and making every inch of her mine. She makes a small gasping sound that makes my cock stiffen, then nestles against me.

“All right, Professor, whatever you say.”

I grasp her tighter, my fingers curling around her hip as I continue up the stairs to my office. What am I doing? She’d be perfectly safe waiting in the lobby downstairs while I retrieve her book, so that’s where I should have left her. Instead, I massage her supple leg and hold her so close that her tits are crushed against my chest, her soft breath on my neck. Once she’s on the other side of my office door, will I be able to put her down, keep my hands off her?

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