Surrender to The Boss's Steamy Correction(3)
I was smoothing down my rumpled skirt when Principal Croft added, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for me, “And Ms. Vance? The cameras are always on.”
The click of the door closing behind me echoed like a gunshot in the principal’s silent, imposing office. It was a different room from Mr. Black’s modern, glass-walled study; this was old power, all dark wood, leather-bound books, and the faint, clean scent of lemon polish. Principal Croft sat behind a massive oak desk, his fingers steepled. On the credenza behind him, a bank of security monitors glowed softly, one of the...