"You've been avoiding me, Elena," he stated quietly. It wasn't a question.
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
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." "You've been avoiding me, Elena," he stated quietly
He leaned in closer, and Elena's eyes fluttered shut, waiting for the inevitable collision of their worlds. Piercing, stormy gray eyes locked onto hers, holding
Elena looked up, her heart hammering against her ribs. He leaned down, placing one hand on the back of her chair and the other on the desk, effectively trapping her. The scent of expensive cologne, cedarwood, and pure authority enveloped her senses.
"You're late, Miss Vance," he said, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sent a sharp shiver straight down her spine.
"I have been busy with my thesis, sir," she lied, looking down at the paperwork to avoid those searching eyes.
