Please note: (18+) This story includes adult content that may not be suitable for younger readers.》



"What do you have to say for yourself?"

I stare at the desk, it's old, made of sturdy wood, and well used. My heart is rapidly beating in my chest as I try to find the words that will alter this course. My stomach tightens, a heavy weight settling inside me like a rock as I contemplate the repercussions.

"Look at me," he says, his words gentle, but holding a command I can't seem to ignore.

Lifting my eyes, I blink as I look across the paper strewn desk, and I force my eyes to meet his dark brown ones. Ones I've stared into a million times before, but now with shame in my heart, I find it hard to do. His lips are thinned, more so than normal, and I know he's disappointed in me. I push my hands between my knees to stop myself from fidgeting and to hide the fact that I'm shaking like a leaf.

"You have two options, Sienna," he says and my name slipping from his lips has my breath catching in my chest like it always does. "You can stay after classes to make up all the work you've missed, a kind of detention, or...

I hang on his words, waiting for the second option as I watch his long fingers tap on his keyboard. His eyes flick to the screen and I admire his profile, the five o'clock shadow he's sporting along a sharp well defined jawline, the thick corded muscle of his neck pulling against the blue collar of his dress shirt, and the way it molds itself to every dip and curve of his chest and arms.

He's a good looking man, unmarried if gossip can be believed, and he's at least ten years my senior, but every girl I know would literally eat their homework if he only asked. I can't even count how many girls I know of that have done stupid shit just to get detention because it's his week to supervise.

"Or you can attend tutoring sessions-

"I don't need a tutor," I say, interrupting him, and his head turns to look at me fully. I shut my mouth at the heated look on his face. I know he doesn't like to be interrupted, but I couldn't help it.

"-to help tutor students for the next four weeks. I'm trying to be lenient," he continues as if I hadn't just put my foot in my mouth. "Your attendance is perfect and you're never late. I know your smart Sienna, your test scores and classwork are excellent, but homework is a big part of your grade in this class."

"I've never failed a class by not doing homework before," I admit sheepishly. "I have practice everyday after school and the games take me out of town every other weekend. I don't always have time-

"You have a boyfriend, right?" he asks, cutting off my excuses, and completely changing the subject.

I tilt my head, my ponytail brushing the back of my neck, and I shiver, but it's not from my hair. The intense way he's looking at me makes heat blossom and I suddenly feel too hot. I take a deep breath, feeling an iron band around my chest, my heart beating an erratic rhythm as I try to ignore the uncomfortable ache low in my belly. I look away from him, getting my nerves under control before answering, "Yes, but he's at LSU."

I see him nod in my peripheral as he leans back in his chair, steepling his hands infront of his lips, elbows resting on the thick padded arms. "You talk to him? Visit?"

I frown, looking back at him. "What does having a boyfriend have to do with anything?"

"Answer my question, Sienna," he demands, his voice low, but just loud enough to carry through the empty room.

I shrug a shoulder, my...