Dana
His mouth was still inches from mine, both of us shirtless, as the steps came closer, the sound of heels clicking against the marble.
“s**t,” he whispered, pulling back slightly.
The footsteps stopped right outside. Tristan’s hand was still on my hip, my blouse on the floor. I bent, grabbed it, yanking it on immediately and fumbling with the buttons.
He smirked, pulling his shirt back on. “Fastest I’ve ever seen you move.”
“Shut up,” I hissed, fixing my bra underneath.
The door handle turned. We both dropped into our seats, him in the chair across from me, me pretending to look over papers. The door opened and a girl from my class peeked in.
“Um, Professor Paulson? Do you have a second?”
I forced my voice steady. “Of course. Come in.”
She stepped inside, holding a form. “I j
