Tessa Grant sat in the back of the lecture hall, her pen scratching notes as Professor Elias Thorne's
voice filled the air, smooth and commanding, unraveling the French Revolution's brutal dance of
power. His green eyes swept the room, lingering on her, a spark that made her breath catch. At
twenty-two, Tessa had fought for her place at Crestwood University, her scholarship a lifeline to a
future beyond her small-town roots. But Elias was more than a professor-he was a legend, his
brilliance shadowed by whispers of late-night office hours and students changed by his gaze.
Her ambition was her armor, but his presence pierced it. She imagined his lips, a forbidden whisper
in the quiet of his office, and her cheeks flushed. The thought of his touch, a spark of control and
surrender, sent heat curling through her. She needed his A to keep her scholarship, but the hunger in
his eyes promised more-a dangerous game she wasn't sure she could resist.
As the lecture ended, Elias approached, his voice low. "Miss Grant, your passion is clear. But are you
ready to do what it takes?" His words were a challenge, a lure, pulling her toward a line she couldn't
un-cross.