Chapter Seventy-Seven

As she pulled her dress up to her waist, she glanced at her office door, fear clenching her stomach. “Dean, we shouldn’t be doing this here. You didn’t lock the door. What if someone comes in?” She moved the fabric slowly up her legs, hoping he would relent and tell her to stop.

“Then they see my teacher exposing her ass to a student,” he smirked. “I’ll be rescued in their eyes, as they’ll see me as the assaulted one.”

“Please, Dean, this isn’t right. We could get caught. What good would that do either of us?”

He chuckled. “I’ll tell you what, if you haven’t had sex in this office with anyone, we’ll stop things for now. However, if you’ve fucked or sucked someone off in here, then get that damn dress off and show me that body.”

She groaned, knowing full well if she lied to Dean, he would merely go to Damien and ask for confirmation, and then she would be in even worse trouble. With a sigh of resignation, she finished taking her dress off, placing it on her desk and out of the way.