Chapter 2

She didn't sleep well that night. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was Professor Lucas—the way he had washed his hands calmly while she was being hammered against the sink.

The next morning, his class was up next. Arya rushed out of her first period, hurrying to see "Professor Calm Face." She wanted to be the first person he saw, the very first in the lecture hall.

As she walked in, Professor Lucas was already there, leaning over his desk and looking at some papers. *Fuck.* He looked even bigger today. His white shirt was stretched across his back, looking as though any little movement would rip the fabric apart.

Arya licked her lips, wishing herself luck on the next step she was about to take.

"Good morning, Prof," she said, her voice sweet and innocent.

He didn't look up. "Morning," he replied sternly.

That wasn't a sign to give up. Arya walked closer, leaning against his desk. She made sure to arch her back so her chest was pushed out, reaching a finger to touch the edge of his laptop.

"I so much loved your lecture yesterday, Prof; it was very interesting," she whispered.

He raised his head, and their eyes met.

"I learned a lot about... impulses. And I'm ready to learn more..." she said, rolling her tongue on the word "more."

His brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, looking at her as if she were a mosquito he wanted to swat. "Is that so, Miss Gonzales?"

He already knew her name, meaning he must have done a little research. *Nice.*

Arya bit her lip, slowly releasing it while twisting her body. "Yes, Prof."

"Then use your impulse control to go and sit your ass down. Students are arriving," he commanded in a cold voice, void of emotion.

It felt like a slap across the face, and Arya's skin went hot. No guy had ever talked to her like that; usually, one look and they were drooling.

"I just thought"

"Go. Sit," he snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence and pointing to the empty rows of seats.

"Prof"

"To your seat!"

She turned on her heels, teeth clenched and boiling with anger. *Fine.* She could see he wanted to play hard, and hard was exactly what she liked. Let the game begin.

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Minutes later, the hall had filled up. Everyone knew the last row belonged to Arya; nobody dared to sit with her. It gave her a clear view of the whole room, and more importantly, a clear view of Lucas.

He started the lecture, speaking on "Social Behavior." His voice was deep and steady, echoing through the hall. Arya decided it was time to activate her competitive spirit.

She reached for the first button of her shirt and popped it open. Then the second. Then the third. Feeling the cool air of the AC on her skin, she reached behind her back and unhooked her black bra. It was tricky doing it inside her clothes, but she was a pro. She slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled the bra out through her sleeve.

Right as Lucas turned to look at the back of the class, Arya lifted the bra high. She gave him a slow, wicked smile, waving it at him like a flag.

She saw the immediate reaction. His voice paused, slowing just for a split second, and his eyes widened a fraction. His hand, which was holding a marker, tightened around it. Then he cleared his throat, looked away, and continued talking as if nothing had happened.

But Arya wasn't done.

She opened her shirt wide. She didn't care who saw, though she knew the students in front were too busy taking notes on whatever social gibberish Professor Lucas was giving. Pulling her shirt further apart, her breasts spilled free, her nipples hard from the air conditioning. She sat back, letting them breathe, and waited for Lucas to look back at the class.

Eventually, he did.

His eyes caught her, and he stopped talking completely. The whole class went silent, probably wondering why the lecture had ground to a halt. He was staring straight at her. Arya watched his Adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed hard. His face shifted from pale to a dark, heated red. That cold mask was finally getting warm.

"This class is over," he said suddenly, his voice rougher now. "Except for Miss Gonzales. Stay behind."

The room emptied fast. Jax tried to look back at her, but she waved him away. Arya took her time buttoning her shirt—leaving the top three undone—and didn't bother putting the bra back on.

She walked down to the front of the now-empty room. Just her and the imposing man.

"What was that?" Lucas asked. He was standing behind his desk, his hands gripping the edge so hard his knuckles turned white.

"What was what, Prof?" Arya asked, playing innocent.

"The stunt in the back. The bra. The... everything."

"Oh, that?" She laughed, walking closer and leaning down over his desk. She leaned very low, ensuring her braless breasts were spilling out of her half-open shirt right under his nose. "Sorry, Prof. The heat in this school is too much. My babies needed air, so I had to free them. I mean, you know how it is."

Lucas stood up straight, his eyes narrowed.

"Listen to me, and listen well, Miss Gonzales," he hissed. "I am not one of your small-boy admirers. I am not one of those fuck-boys you mess around with. Don't ever try that nonsense in my class again. If you do," he paused, "I will have you expelled before you can even moan."

Surprisingly, she didn't flinch. Every word from that baritone voice sent heat straight through her. She leaned even further onto the table, pressing her bare skin against the smooth surface right in front of him.

"Yes, DADDY," she whispered.

That was the breaking point. Lucas's eyes went dark—totally black. He looked like he wanted to kill her or eat her alive. For what seemed like five seconds, he didn't move.

Then he reached out, his hand pointing sharply at the exit.

"Get out," he rasped. "Now!"

Arya smiled, tucked her bra into her bag, and walked out. She knew she had him. The "Human Behavior" expert was about to lose his mind over a student's behavior, and she couldn't wait for tomorrow.