Page 63 of Malicious Intentions

I squirm on the bench, twisting my coffee cup in my hands.

“You fucked him in his office?”

My head snaps to hers. “How’d you know?”

“Girl, seriously?” Sophia snorts. “That’s the forbidden fantasy. A hot professor bending you over his desk and railing you.”

“A forbiddenfantasyis the key. Most people don’t…” My voice trails off as she smirks. “Wait. Did you screw Trent in his office?”

“Shhh…” Sophia’s eyes dart around, even though no one is close to us. “Yes. It’s different since he’s a TA, not a professor.”

“Still inappropriate but sexy. What happened?”

She gives me a weak smile. “I’d just gotten out of class and received one of those damn creepy texts from my stalker.”

I try to hide my smirk behind my cup. “So you decided to go to Trent’s office and have him stuff you full of his cock to take the fear away?”

She smacks my leg, making me giggle. “It worked. I forgot about the texts.” She winks before her gaze drops to my bare legs. “I can’t believe Evan hasn’t freaked out about your outfit. Girl, you look hotter than hell.”

I shiver as the breeze washes over us. “Oh, he was pissed. He punished me appropriately.”

Sophia laughs. “Is that what freaked you out?”

I shook my head before giving her the details about my run-in with Jessica. “She said she heard noises. I’m worried she knows…” My phone rings, and I turn, retrieving it from my backpack.“I need to take this.”

Sophia blows a kiss at me. “Get it, girl.”

I roll my eyes as I stand, moving away from her to get some privacy. “Hello.” My voice sounds breathless.

“Hey, bellissima. How’re you doing?” Evan’s low, raspy tone is as seductive as mine.

“Better. I’m with Sophia but walked away so we could talk privately.”

“Good girl.”

Damn it. Why do my nipples harden every time he says that?

“Everything is fine with Jessica. You don’t have to worry. She doesn’t suspect a thing.”

I raise my brows, disbelief coursing through me as I hold my phone to my ear. “Are you sure? The things she said and the way she looked?—"

He raises his voice, cutting me off. “It’s fine, Lexi. I took care of it.”

His tone grates my nerves, but I know I’m on thin ice with him. After the grade I received on my paper, I don’t need to piss him off even more. “You mentioned extra credit. What do I need?—”

He cuts me off. “Just resubmit the paper with the missing information, and I’ll review it and change your grade.”

My eyes narrow as I comprehend his words. “That sounds like breaking the rules.”

“I make the rules for my class.” His voice lowers. “And I’m changing them.”

“That’s not right.”

“So you’d rather I give you the C and risk lowering your GPA?”

“No, but?—"

“No buts, Lexi. Either resubmit and earn a better grade, or don’t and keep your existing grade. It’s not open for discussion.”

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