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“Nothing.” It was a lie, and we both knew it.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she laughed dismissively. “I just want to have some fun.” With every bounce of her leg, her skirt rode higher and higher, exposing more of her tanned skin. “I’d like a passing grade.”
“Done,” I said, barely letting her get the words out.
“And one other thing.” Resting her hand on her thigh, she dragged her skirt up higher. She didn’t need to say anything for me to know what she wanted.
“No.” I shook my head. “I don’t do that anymore.”
Another lie, but she didn’t need to know that.
“You don’t?” She bunched the fabric in her fist, letting it ride almost all the way up. The smooth expanse of her skin was tempting, and the scent wafting from her made my mouth water.
But she wasn’t Winnie. More than that, she wasn’t worth ruining my life over.
“You’ll pass for the semester,” I said, forcing myself to continue staring at her. “That’s all I’ll offer you.” The corner of her mouth tugged up in a sarcastic smirk.
“It’s cute you think you’re in control,” she laughed. “You’re not offering me anything. I’m telling you what’s going to happen, and if it doesn’t, then…” She shrugged, that same smile still on her face. “Then the Dean might find out about your little relationship with a student. And we don’t want that, now do we?”
I’d only ever hated one person. Madeline. And it wasn’t until after the divorce and she’d taken nearly everything from me. But at the moment, the hatred I felt burning inside me for Cassandra far outweighed anything I could ever feel for Madeline.
“What do you want?” I was reluctant to ask, and the words tasted like ash on my tongue.
“I want to fuck.” She shrugged. “If it’s good, maybe it can be an ongoing thing.” She lifted her foot and rested it on my thigh. I balled my hands into tight fists, forcing myself to stay still and not knock her dirty shoe off me.
I hated the way she looked at me, like I was her favorite toy. Like she somehow owned me, owned my body. Like she could use me when and how she wanted.
“Something tells me you’ll be great,” she murmured. “You don’t go through that many girls being bad in bed, do you?”
I bit my tongue so hard I tasted nothing but tangy, metallic blood.
If she noticed, she didn’t seem to care. She was enjoying the game too much.
“When?” I asked, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears. Her head fell to the side, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder.
“This weekend,” she purred, sliding her foot higher. The toe of her shoe was dangerously close to the cock cage, and if she felt it, I didn’t know what she’d do. What she’d say or who she’d tell.
The door opened, the squeaky hinges like an explosion in the silent, tense room. Instead of Cassandra dropping her foot immediately, she let it linger, sliding it higher, brushing against the metal cage. Her brow lifted in a silent question, but thankfully she said nothing as she slid off the desk, letting her skirt fall back in place.
I tore my gaze from hers and looked at the door. My lips parted, my heart lurching into my throat. Shoving my chair back, I stood, towering over Cassandra.
“Winnie,” I breathed. Her eyes were wide as she flicked them between us, her arms protectively wrapped around the book in her arms.
“I—I’m sorry for interrupting,” she blurted, whirling around to escape out of the room. But the door was already closed, and she ran straight into the unyielding wood, tumbling back. Her bag fell from her shoulder, and the book in her hand skittered across the floor.
I shoved past Cassandra as she laughed and hurried to Winnie. Kneeling, I rested my hand on her back.
“Are you alright?” I asked softly. She lifted her teary eyes to mine, her chin wobbling. My heart squeezed at the sight, and I glared over my shoulder at Cassandra, her shoes echoing in the room as she slowly approached.
I wanted to kill her.
Her hips swayed as she moved past us and disappeared into the hallway without so much as a backward glance. Winnie wiped roughly at her cheeks as she pushed herself up onto her feet. Her hurt rippled off her in thick, heavy waves as I gathered her fallen belongings and stood, holding them out to her.
“I didn’t know she would be here,” she muttered, her voice shaky. “Sorry to interrupt.” Rightfully, she sounded upset.
I shook my head, stepping closer to her. Her head tipped back as she stared up at me. I knew she was trying to glare, but the way her eyes watered and the shakiness of her chin told me how hurt she truly was.
“Baby, it’s not like that. She had questions about—” A laugh that didn’t sound like her usual one cut me off.
