"You know exactly why I'm avoiding you," she whispered, her resolve melting under his intense stare. "We can't do this. Your position... my standing... it's too risky."
"You've been avoiding me, Elena," he stated quietly. It wasn't a question.
He finally looked up. Piercing, stormy gray eyes locked onto hers, holding a gaze that was far too intense for a simple student-advisor relationship. "Sit down." Chancellor by Lexi Ray
He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to look at him. "Let me worry about the risks, Elena. Right now, the only thing that matters is this."
The heavy oak doors of the Chancellor’s private office clicked shut, cutting off the bustling noise of the university hallway. Elena stood rooted to the spot, clutching a stack of files against her chest like a shield. Behind the massive mahogany desk sat the man she had been avoiding for three full weeks. "You know exactly why I'm avoiding you," she
"I have been busy with my thesis, sir," she lied, looking down at the paperwork to avoid those searching eyes.
"Sir," he repeated, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He stood up and walked around the desk, stopping just inches from her chair. "Is that what we're calling it now? After everything that has passed between us?" my standing
Elena hesitated for a fraction of a second before moving to the leather chair opposite him. She placed the files on his desk, her fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. A static shock seemed to pass between them, making her breath hitch.