44 - Azira.

My heart is hammering erratically as I rush into the ladies' bathroom and into the first cubicle, slamming the door behind me and resting my back against it.

What are the chances?

I agreed to come to this with Rizzo because he's Alex' friend and I don't want my friends to get suspicious about why I'd turn down one of the hottest boys in school.

And now the professor I've been sleeping with is sitting right behind us, glaring daggers into the back of my head. The door to the ladies' bathroom swings open and I freeze, listening. I don't know why I suspect he'll follow me, but I just do. He's that crazy.

The moment I hear the lock on the back of the door click into place, I know it's him.

"I think you need punishing, Miss Sidorov." There's a lethal tone to his voice, one that sends a shiver of fear trailing across my exposed flesh. "I thought I made it clear that you belong to me."

I wet my too dry lips before speaking. "You stated in no uncertain terms that sex is merely a transaction f