“Because you’re my professor?” She lets out a little huff. “I’m not exactly a freshman out of high school. Even when I was, life had taught me some tough lessons already. And I’m pretty sure we’re not the first teacher and student, even here at Alameda, who have—” “It has nothing to do with that.” She folds her arms. The sight isn’t one I need right now, since the action pulls down her cotton blouse and exposes her cleavage in all the best—goddammit, worst—ways. Once again, thank fuck for the podium—and how the wood hides my obvious arousal. “Meaning exactly what?” “I don’t know.” And that’s
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