Chancellor By Lexi | Ray
"You've been avoiding me, Elena," he stated quietly. It wasn't a question.
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."
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
"I apologize, Chancellor," Elena replied, striving to keep her voice professional and steady. "The board meeting ran over."
He leaned in closer, and Elena's eyes fluttered shut, waiting for the inevitable collision of their worlds. "You've been avoiding me, Elena," he stated quietly
"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?"
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. "Let me worry about the risks, Elena
"You're late, Miss Vance," he said, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sent a sharp shiver straight down her spine.
"You've been avoiding me, Elena," he stated quietly. It wasn't a question.
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."
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."
"I apologize, Chancellor," Elena replied, striving to keep her voice professional and steady. "The board meeting ran over."
He leaned in closer, and Elena's eyes fluttered shut, waiting for the inevitable collision of their worlds.
"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?"
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.
"You're late, Miss Vance," he said, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sent a sharp shiver straight down her spine.
