Page 4 of Bait

“Yes, Professor Bard,” I say quietly.

“You know why you’re here.”

God yes.

“Y—yes.”

Professor Bard nods. “Today was unacceptable, Anastasia.”

God,the way he says my name has my core tightening, my pulse skipping.

“I know,” I nod.

“And?”

“I—I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“For acting up. Mouthing off.”

He nods, and even with mine looking at the floor, I know his eyes are burning into me.

“Anything else?”

I swallow, shaking my head.

“Nothing? Nothing else at all you care to mention?”

I shake my head again. “No, Professor Bard.”

He nods, the room going silent again as I lean against his desk, feeling his gorgeous blue eyes burning into me.

“It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?”

I nod, looking up and forcing a smile through the red in my cheeks.

“As of…” I glance at the clock and tremble.

“Three minutes ago.”

Oliver’s eyes flash, and he clenches that chiseled jaw even tighter.

“And how old are you?”

He knows damn well how old I am.

I swallow. “Eighteen.”

Professor Bardgrowls.

Growls.God, hegrowls, and it’s so fucking hot, I actually have to shut my mouth to stop from moaning.

“Happy birthday,” he says quietly, eying me.

I blush as I rake my teeth over my bottom lip.

“Thank you, sir.”

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