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I hear someone approaching the lecture room and my muscles tense up once again. I have a feeling it’s not one of my students. When I turn around, I find Dean standing behind me, watching me with anger in his eyes. He can’t possibly know about what happened last night...if he did, he would be starting a fight right now. Still, I’m not particularly interested in spending another second in his presence.

“Can I help you?” I say. He folds his arms across his chest.

“Are you settling in?”

“Yes,” I say bluntly. Whatever the reason he’s here, I don’t need this conversation to last longer then it has to. I just want it over.

“Well...you won’t know this because you’re new, but at the start of each semester, I like to host a party at my home for all of the professors,” he says. He looks like he’s angry to even be mentioning it to me. I guess he was hoping he wouldn’t have to invite me.

“When is it?”

“Tonight.”

I scoff to myself. “It’s a bit short notice.”

“Well, if you have other plans, then you don’t need to come. I’m sure you won’t miss much,” he says coldly. I want to laugh in his face. It’s so clear that he doesn’t want me to come that I know I have to be there. Besides, if it’s at his home then Cora is going to be there, maybe I’ll even get to see her sexy curvaceous body in a cocktail dress…

“I’ll be there,” I say through gritted teeth. “What time? Address? Dress code?”

“I’ll email you the details,” the Dean says cooly. I think he must have assumed that if he asked me to go I wouldn’t want to come, especially after the way he’s treated me. But I know I won’t miss this party for anything. He steps closer to me, clearly trying to intimidate me...and failing.

“One thing,” he hisses. “Stay away from my daughter this evening. It’s a little inappropriate for you to mingle with one of your students, after all.”

“Did you say the same thing to the other professors?” I growl. The Dean squares up to me and my muscles tense up, ready for a fight if it comes to that, but the Dean restrains himself, stepping back.

“I didn’t need to, they wouldn’t dream of trying anything with Cora,” he snaps. He gives himself a moment to take a calming breath and then straightens his suit jacket. “I’ll see you later at the party. And one more thing…” He glares straight at me. “Any sign of trouble tonight and I won’t hesitate to fire you.”

He expects the comment to shock me, but it doesn’t phase me one bit. In fact, I was expecting it. I know that he’ll do anything to make sure I don’t interfere with Cora, but what he doesn’t realize is that I’d do anything for her. If it means risking my job, so be it. I have to have her. I have to explore her body again, taste her, hold her, fuck her. What I have with Cora isn’t just a night thing, and I’m already craving what we did again. The Dean isn’t going to be able to stop me from going after what I want, what I need.

Tonight, I’m going to take her.

Make her mine.Chapter SixCoraDad’s parties are always tedious, but I always go along with them to support him because I know how much they mean to him. I know I’m likely going to spend the evening listening to his friends tell me how much I’ve flourished during my last three years of study, or ask me how I like my new professor. Well, I have no idea what I’ll say to them tonight because I can’t exactly tell them that I’m falling head over heels for Dylan Harker.

Still, I make an effort. I have to look nice so that the guests don’t think I don’t care. I slip into a black cocktail dress that shows off my curves and coat my lips in red lipstick. My heels are high and there’s a slit up the side of my dress that shows some leg. This night might be boring as hell, but it doesn’t mean that my outfit has to be.

I run a hand up the leg where the slit in the material runs. I wish that Dylan could see me like this. I know he’d want me if he saw me looking this good. Since last night I’ve been obsessing over him, wondering how I can capture his attention again. After class, I hoped he might email me again and get me out of this tedious party for the evening. But I haven’t heard from him at all.

Still, the show must go on. As I’m admiring myself in the mirror, my Dad appears at my door, looking at me with a frown set on his face.

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