Ifyoucouldhealme
Eleanor Vance owns the city, the cars, and the very university she teaches at. She's cold, dominant, and has no room for distractions. Until Maya Collins walks into her lecture.
Maya is shy, curious, and struggling with a body that feels like a traitor. She's a submissive soul hiding a wicked streak, and she can't stop staring at the woman at the front of the room.
The syllabus says they're Professor and Student. Eleanor's gaze says Maya is hers.
Leanining in close enough for Maya to smell her expensive perfume, Eleanor whispers:
"In this room, I don't give grades, Miss Collins. I give orders. And next time youstare at my ass, at least try to hide it."
Then, the Ice Queen winks.