It stands like his sharp eyes penetrated to mine.

Sporting a three-piece office suit, the VIP entered the entryway. Heeding my own manners, I stood straight and tried to hold back my emotions as what I should be.

Dean Cameron motioned her hands pertaining to the table, “Mr. Sanders, have a seat please,” she merely said.

He unbuttoned the two buttons of his coat. He slowly roamed his eyes around before fondling things inside Dean Cameron’s office.

His one hand is inside his pocket, looking so dashing and classy with his gesture.

“Offer him food, Emiliana,” Professor Indie grumbled to me.

My knees started to quiver as my heart thumped out of panic, anxiety, and a little timidness. The man who serves as the VIP was the same muscular person I had to share the night with... before.

He was the one who screwed up with my brain lately and caused me to get late. In the end, Professor Indie, an anguished professor told me to clean the Dean’s office.

I bit my lower lip. Just like the first time we met, he still has the charisma and alluring aura that everyone’s jaw could drop.

“Don’t go yet, dear. I’ll be needing your help. I’ll promise +3 directly to your card if the VIP was entertained and get amazed.” Dean Cameron whispered when her attention went to mine.

Being hesitant is the last thing I don’t wanna feel. The words our Dean uttered gave me no choice but to stay inside the office. I mean... who wouldn’t? My grades are in danger! I couldn’t just let it pass since it was the Dean herself who offered it to me.

However, the man’s appearance is giving me discomfort. Seeing him here for the second time unforeseen became a struggle for me that I don’t know to surpass.

“I hope you had a great view of our university, Mr. Sanders,” Dean Cameron uttered casually towards him.

The man he called glanced at me before looking back at the Dean.

“Yes, Mrs. Welt. One of your professors toured me around the campus. It’s just quite disappointing that it wasn’t you who did it for me,” a hint of disappointment found in his voice.

Dean Cameron chuckled hysterically. “I’m sorry to hear that. Professor Indie is one of the outstanding professors the university has. I believed she answered all your inquiries.”

That’s the bullshit thing I’ve heard in my entire life. I’ve been hearing a lot of gossip about Professor Indie and I experienced it myself!

How could a terror teacher be an outstanding employee our university has if all the students and mostly the faculties are avoiding her?

How horrendous!

I remained standing up beside Professor Indie who was just giving Mr. Sanders a small smile. My heart is pounded so hard that I couldn’t even think if I’d survive from this conversation or inside this suffocating office or not.

“Let’s go directly to our business. Shall we?” Mr. Sanders said.

Truthfully, it’s funny how I call this handsome man in front of me a Mr. when in fact, a few days ago, both of us shared a bed and a spice was added.

I looked away. The students chattering outside caught my attention. All of them are already going outside the gate and ready to go home while I’m here inside, stuck with a man I don’t wanna see.

Trees started to dance as the cold breeze swiveled the area. For sure, Lily and her friends are already outside and having fun while I’m still here.

“So, I’ve seen the email your company sent me. I’m glad our university caught your attention,” Dean Cameron said, a little bit pleased.

Slowly, his head bounced. A sign that he nodded.

“Yes. It should be William who’ll come here but he needs to go somewhere important and realized, I should be the one who will visit instead of him.” Mr. Sanders’ voice became authentic. Authentic and classy.

“Uh-huh. As what you have heard, our school has been accepting a lot of applicants who are applying for scholarships,”

He nodded his head.

“In order to achieve a better future of the kids who’s currently on the waiting list would proceed upon applying here in our school and as a scholar,” our Dean added. “Our university is still looking for sponsors who would give thousands of aspiring students who wanted to learn and study here in New Era University.”

Mr. Sanders twitched his eyebrows. He craned his neck, making me gulp and think he was attractive.

“Why do you think I might be one of your major sponsors when a lot of business individuals are supporting the school?”

“Well, you’re correct with that...”

The conversation with our dean and the VIP kept going on and on and on. Since my feet could no longer hold it, I excused myself while my knees are already trembling, and wanted to go outside.

Professor Indie stepped backwards a little, giving me enough space to go inside the bathroom. The plus three points Dean Cameron said are still on my head, trying to think if it’s better to leave or have faith in her.

His posture, voice, and masculine body. All of his characteristics haven’t changed, except for his voice which turned cold as ice earlier compared to the tone he has that night.

I soaked my face using the water. I immediately wiped it using the hands I have and the tissue I got inside. Luckily, the Dean’s office is pretty clean in and outside. Honestly, it took me more than fifteen minutes after I went out.

To my terror and different kinds of scenarios popping into my head, I jolted when Mr. Sanders face is the first thing I saw when I went out.

“I-I.. uhh, Mr–”

My mouth formed into awe when his hands went to my school ID. “Emiliana Miller, huh,” he said, it seems like there was a sly smirk on his lips.

“Y-Yes, sir...”

“And now you’re calling me Sir,” he uttered, it wasn’t a question.

The grimace on his face became clear when he started walking toward me. I stepped backward causing us to get inside the bathroom. My heart throbbed when he closed the door and locked it.

I gripped on my shirt, trying to calm down while the terrifying feelings is currently shouting inside my heart.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re a student?” he asked, a hint of coldness is painted in his voice.

The fast heartbeat I have become slow. My eyebrows twitched hearing those questions from him.

“I don’t know what are you saying...” I said, I tried stepping forward towards the door but he held my hand with dullness in his face.

“Not so fast, young lady,” he coldly uttered.

Due to extreme annoyance and nervousness on my face, I moved my forearm away. “What now if I am still a student?” I merely said.

My voice kept on shaking. However, I still managed to outdo it and talk properly.

“How old are you? Eighteen? Nineteen? A f-cking teen?” he said, with disgust in his voice.

I scoffed in disbelief. “I’m already twenty-one. Haven’t you seen it in my ID?” I said sarcastically.

His eyebrows shot up. “Uh-huh. My expectations are destroyed.”

Actually, I don’t really know what is he talking about. But the courage and urges to completely vanish from his sight are all that I ask for right now.

“I have something to say,” I said, pulling myself together.

He slowly nodded and leaned on the door. “Shoot,” he uttered.

My eyes meandered around, thinking if it was better if I’ll tell him what was currently inside my head.

“The thing that happened between us...” I stopped and couldn’t look straight into his eyes. “Forget it. I no longer want to remember you nor the thing that happened between us,”

He looked at me arrogantly. It seems like he wasn’t pleased hearing the words coming out from my mouth.

“Why do you sound disgusted? As far as I can remember, you are the one who enjoyed while I flick my tongue all around your wet and pinkish p–” I cut him off.

I hysterically covered my mouth thinking that the Dean or Professor Indie are outside and they might hear us.

Due to shock and terror, I quickly moved away when his cold eyes remained the same as I realized what I was doing toward him. Mr. Sanders, on the other hand, looked straight at me.

“Gosh!” I murmured irritatedly.

He scoffed, “Now, you don’t want someone else to know we f-cked?”

“Are you nuts? Things like that aren’t necessary to publicize! It’s a private matter!”

Mr. Sanders crossed his arms in front of me while there was a hint of mischief in his eyes and playfulness in his voice.

“For sure, a lot of people already captured our pictures while you’re giving me a lap dance,” he said, trying to tease me even more that is really working.

I was stunned, no words came out from my mouth thinking it would happen. The club we went to before was a well-known club. And based on what our Dean said earlier about his background and Mr. Sanders himself, for sure, our pictures would leak quickly.

A sudden stab in my back is what I felt. Mr. Sanders face went grim as the tone of his voice became bitter.

“I’m really disappointed with you, Miss Miller. After what all I’ve done...”