Page 89 of Heartless Sinner

I nodded again. “Okay. May I go?”

“I suppose.” She waved me away dismissively.

I stood and practically raced out of her office.

One perk of becoming a Fawn?

Soon, I’d have a little more power than her.

And that? I liked.

I stormed into Professor Sinclair’s office and found him behind his desk.

“Did you seriously run to Arisono because I didn’t come to your office yesterday?” I hissed.

He jerked upright in his chair and snapped his laptop shut, like a teenage kid caught watching porn.

“You ignored my request.” He frowned. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

I threw my arms up. “Maybe not ask me to come here for some bullshit reason.”

Professor Sinclair was handsome and always the answer to the question, Which Saint Vale professor would you happily fuck?

He was pushing his thirties but still had that boyish look going with a head of unruly brown curls and dimples.

When he spoke to you, it was always easy and comfortable, like you were the only student he enjoyed talking to. I’d learned too late that it was all an act.

He rounded the desk, and I should’ve fled when he locked the door.

There was a reason I hadn’t closed it when I came in.

The same reason I hadn’t wanted to come here in the first place.

“You’re ignoring my texts,” he said, as if that were the ultimate insult.

I didn’t move even though every instinct told me to. “I blocked you.”

“Daphne.” He laughed once, but there wasn’t any humor in it.

There went the nice-guy act. My name sounded gross coming from him now.

He stalked toward me. I retreated until my back hit the bookshelf. Shit. I’d let myself get trapped.

He closed the distance until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. I turned my face before he could kiss me.

“Move,” I warned, shoving at his shoulder. “Or I’ll scream.”

“Lies.” His lips slid over my cheek. “You won’t risk anyone finding out you slept with a professor.”

I tried to push him away, but he caught both my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head.

“Oh, come on, Daphne.” His voice sounded almost playful. “We had fun together. I just want another chance.”

“I told you it was never happening again.”

“One kiss,” he pleaded. “Just one.”

“I don’t kiss married men.”