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I strut into the rector’s office, flaunting that teeny dress that barely covers my ass. The tension builds as I catch him staring at my legs. He lays down the law, but his eyes wander. I lean in close, feeling the heat. The strict talk shifts into something more charged, and it’s obvious he can’t resist. It’s a power play, a dirty game fueled by the thrill of being caught. The door’s shut, and it’s just the two of us—skirt riding high, tension crackling in the air. This ain’t over; it’s just the start of the heat.
