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Satisfaction rolls through me when I’m finished.

Glancing at the clock, I raise my voice, drawing conversations to a halt.

“Good morning. Today, we’ll discuss the chapter I assigned on social psychology. Before we begin, I’ve finished grading your reflection papers. The grades are in the portal. If you have any questions, see me in my office.” My eyes lock with Lexi’s, and a challenge burns in them.

I pace across the front of the room as I begin lecturing. From the corner of my eye, I watch Lexi typing away on her laptop before shock transforms her face. Her cheeks turn red before her gaze settles on me with a glare that could freeze the sun.

She’s furious at the grade I gave her.

I wrote a note instructing her to see me in my office because it’s clear she doesn’t thoroughly understand the lecture or assigned readings.

Judging from her expression, that’s exactly where she’s heading after class.

I try to keep my expression neutral as I continue teaching, but the way Lexi is glowering at me is just so damn cute.

When I make eye contact with her, and she flips me off, I have to hide my smile behind my hand before moving behind the podium because my dick is noticeably erect.

I can’t wait to punish her.

CHAPTER 39

Evan

Lexi is leaning against the wall beside my office door, tapping her foot impatiently as I walk down the hallway. I keep my expression calm and relaxed, which irritates her more, as evidenced by her scowl and increased foot tapping.

“Good morning, Miss Whitmore. How?—”

“Cut the crap.”

I frown, raising my brows, before sticking the key into the lock and turning it.

She glances down at it, then at me, her eyes flashing with fury. “Jesus. Can you move any slower? Open the damn door already so I can yell at you.”

I pause, looking around the empty hallway. “You don’t speak to your professor with such disrespect.”

“I’ll show you respect when you show me some,” she hisses, her anger palpable. “Open the damn door. We have things to discuss.”

My dick is as hard as a rock. Even so, I need to put her in her place. “Yes, like me reporting you to the dean for your disrespectful behavior and language.”

She stares at me, fear flickering in her irises.

“That’s what I thought.” I push the door open and hit the light, gesturing for her to enter.

She storms by me in a cloud of rage and honeysuckle. I inhale deeply, the scent and her disobedience making my cock throb.

Shutting and locking the door behind me, I come up behind her as she sets her backpack on the floor. My hand smacks her ass, and she yelps before straightening and rubbing the cheek I smacked. “What the hell?—”

“Enough.” I grab her wrist, backing her ass against my desk and crowding into her personal space, her curves molding against my body. “You will learn to respect me and do what you’re told.”

“I will not. Not until?—”

I squeeze her wrist harder, grinding my cock against her pussy. She gasps and then whimpers, her words dying in her throat.

“I’m your professor and academic advisor, and you willnotdisrespect me again.” My lips are an inch away from hers.

She tilts her chin, seething at me. “The grade you gave me is bullshit, and you know it. And you just slapped my ass.”

“I warned you about wearing revealing clothing.” My hand slides down to her ass, giving her a warning squeeze. “Regarding your grade, there are problems with your assignment, which I noted.”

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