My Professor is A Mafia
"Miss Blake, your attire was highly inappropriate for a classroom setting. I have standards to maintain. This conversation is over.”
“That’s bullshit,” I shot back, placing my hands on his desk and leaning forward, giving him a clear view down the plunging neckline of my gown. “You stared. You lost focus. You couldn’t even finish your sentence. So don’t pretend this is about ‘standards.’ If my dressing bothers you so much, say it. Be honest for once.”
His jaw tightened, but his voice remained cool and controlled. “I will not entertain this. Leave my office.”
I opened my mouth to argue further when his pen slipped from his fingers and rolled off the desk. Without thinking, I bent dow