Chapter 122. I Want You: pt. 2

I froze for a split second, my heart slamming against my ribs like a drum in a highlife band. Mr. Yinka’s words hung in the air—”I do not want your money, Amaka. I want you.” His eyes, those sharp, assessing eyes behind his glasses, weren’t on my face anymore. They roamed down, lingering on the swell of my breasts straining against my blouse, the curve of my hips in my tight skirt, the way my thighs pressed together as I shifted in the chair. Heat flushed my skin, but it wasn’t just embarrassment. There was a thrill there, dark and forbidden, pooling low in my belly.

He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his desk, a slow smile curling his lips. “Stand up,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Give me a 360.”

I blinked, processing. A full turn? To show off my body like some mannequin? Part of me wanted to slap him, storm out, report him to the dean. But the other part—the baddie in me, the one who’d hooked up with half the boys in my department just for the fun of it—knew