Page 58 of Malicious Intentions

“Problems? Whatproblems?” Her voice has an edge of hysteria to it. “Evan, that grade is totally?—”

“It’s Professor Whitmore,” I grit out. “I’m happy to discuss what you did incorrectly, but I’m not granting you favors just because you’re my stepsister.”

She gapes at me as I release her and move to my desk. Her eyes track my movements as I drop into my chair and gesture for her to come closer. “I’ll pull it up on my screen so we can review it together. Bring the chair around. Unless you need me?—”

“I’ve got it.” She bends over and lifts the chair, giving me one hell of a view.

She slams it down beside me and drops into the seat, her expression sullen.

Her little tantrum is gonna get her punished.

I raise my brows. “You’re lucky the office walls are thick to preserve confidentiality.” I flash her a tight smile while inwardly gloating that I’m getting under her skin. “Imagine explaining yourself to the department chair.” I pause, leveling her with a smug look. “Or the Dean.”

Worry fills her eyes. “I’m not making that much of a racket.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Maybe not. Maybe I’ll mention how disrespectful one of my advisees acted at the next department meeting and see what they think. Or to the Dean and Provost, who are friends with my father.”

“You’re an asshole,” she snaps, eyes flashing.

“There’s that disrespect again. Name-calling, foul language.” She opens her mouth, but I lean over her, crowding into her space. “Maybe I need to turn you over my knee and smack your ass until you learn to respect me.”

She can’t hide the shiver that runs through her. Or the excited gleam that flashes in her mocha irises.

I lower my tone. “Maybe we need to repeat what happened in the restaurant bathroom.”

CHAPTER 40

Evan

“No, we donotneed a repeat of the damn bathroom.” Lexi blows out a breath, running a hand through her hair. “You make me so damn mad.”

I chuckle. “I can see that.”

I place a hand on her bare thigh, patting it reassuringly, but inwardly, I want to yank her legs apart and slide my fingers deep inside her wet pussy. “Okay, let’s discuss where you went wrong.” I keep my hand on her thigh a moment longer before moving it to my keyboard.

Lexi shivers, squeezing her legs together.

I smirk as I pull up her paper. “Here’s the first comment.” I point to the paragraph, showing her what is lacking in the conformity section of her response. Then I move to another section that is missing data.

“I had those things in my paper.” Her brow furrows as she stares at my monitor.

“Are you sure you uploaded the final draft?”

She swallows hard, doubt flickering across her face. “I’m nearly certain.”

“Nearly certain or positive?” I lean closer to her, watching her squirm.

She bites her lip, uncertainly on her face. “I could have sworn I uploaded the final draft. I was so tired, though… Let me grab my laptop and see.”

I grab her wrist before she can move. “Lexi, even if it’s on your computer, that doesn’t mean you uploaded the final version. You may have mistakenly uploaded the draft.”

There’s no way I want her to figure out what I did.“You were probably distracted and tired. It happens.”From the sleeping pills I put in your food.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she rubs her forehead. “Shit. This is not a good start.” Her gaze drops to her hands in her lap, her cheeks pink from embarrassment. She shakes her head, her tone quiet when she says, “This could hurt my GPA and impact your father paying for my education.”

A tear runs down her cheek, and a pang of remorse runs through me. But I push it away.

“Lexi, don’t cry. I’m here to help you. We’ll fix it. There’s still plenty of time.”

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