"You've been avoiding me, Elena," he stated quietly. It wasn't a question.
"I have been busy with my thesis, sir," she lied, looking down at the paperwork to avoid those searching eyes. Chancellor by Lexi Ray
"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?" "You've been avoiding me, Elena," he stated quietly
The Chancellor’s eyes narrowed slightly, tracking the movement of her hand. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned forward, closing the distance between them across the desk. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with an unspoken tension that had been building since the day they met. "Sir," he repeated, a slow, dangerous smile tugging
He leaned in closer, and Elena's eyes fluttered shut, waiting for the inevitable collision of their worlds.
"You're late, Miss Vance," he said, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sent a sharp shiver straight down her spine.