He pushed his chair back and stood, rounded his desk so that he was standing next to me, and leaned back against the mahogany. His leg grazed mine as he shifted, but he made no move to break the contact. I coughed, using the action to lean away and create distance. Brent’s eyes narrowed. “With such big goals, you’re lucky you landed me as an advisor. I’ve coached many students through their MCAT exams and into prestigious medical schools.” A wave of nausea swept through me as he moved slightly closer again.
