“Settle down, Miss Matthews. Mr. Davis has a right to speak!” I had never been so embarrassed in my entire life. Well, I could think of one time. But I buried that shit four months ago.

Oakley gave both of us an Oscar-worthy somber look. Like I actually traumatized him. “I’d still like to work with Miss Matthews in a professional capacity. She’s obviously good at her job. But I’d like to create clear boundaries so both of us are successful.”

Motherfucking liar lying pants of motherfucking volcanic fire.

“Of course. I’ll discuss those boundaries with Miss Matthews so we can work together professionally moving forward, Mr. Davis. Thank you for coming in. Can you please give Miss Matthews and me the room so that we can discuss the standards expected of her?” Dr. Haynes dismissed Oakley. I felt my face turn red and wished the floor would swallow me whole. This is definitely not how I thought this meeting was going to go.

“Of course. Thank you for listening to my concerns.”

Oakley got up and exited the room but made sure to smirk at me just before leaving. I imagined strangling him in his sleep. And the second the door clicked shut, Dr. Haynes let out a low sigh. “Now where is my ethics packet…”

* * *

When I left Dr. Haynes’s office, I had a slew of things to do. I had to watch a video about sexual harassment, write a four-page paper about ethics, and I had an overall feeling of shame. It was brutal, and he didn’t even let me get a word in about what really happened last night. The hottest and most well-connected professor on campus thought I was a poetry-reading deviant that liked to nickname dicks while doing bedroom aerobics.

Oh my lanta!

“That was a good meeting, don’t you think?” Oakley asked with a grin. I hadn’t seen him leaning against the wall near Dr. Haynes’s office, but the moment our eyes met, I clenched my fist. I had to repeat a quick calming mantra in my head just so that I wouldn’t throat punch the university’s star football player.

“We did not sleep together!” I growled. “You were too drunk. You literally passed out, and I had to make sure you didn’t choke on your own vomit all night.”

He rolled his eyes like he thought he was fucking invincible. I had to walk away before I smacked the smug look right off his face. The last thing I needed was to add assault to my sexual pervert rap sheet. To my surprise, Oakley started to walk with me.

“What are you doing?” I snapped at him.