Sliding off the desk, I stand and show her the one on the screen. While she looks at the picture, I look at her. This close, I can smell her shampoo. Honey and cream. If Levi weren’t watching our every move, I might dip my head and nuzzle her hair with my nose so I can inhale her.

“There are…more.” My voice catches, raspy with barely contained anger. “Have a look.”

A horrified mewl crawls out of her throat and her entire body shakes. On the screen is a picture of her tit. It’s such a disgusting violation of her privacy.

“I take it you weren’t aware of these pictures?” I ask in a gentle whisper. “Hmm?”

A tear races down her cheek and she shakes her head. Hastily, she swipes at her cheek. “N-No. I didn’t know. W-Why?”

Levi deserves her hatred and rage.

Not her whispered questions and humiliation.

“Meet us in Mr. Erickson’s office,” I bark out to him. “You’re in serious trouble, Mr. Paulson.”

He gets up and stomps out of the room, muttering curse words along the way under his breath. As soon as he’s gone, I pluck the phone from her hands and pocket it once more.

“Are you okay?”

Willa remains frozen, her body trembling. She manages a slight nod. Her chin quivers and she hugs her arms around her body.

I wish my arms were the ones doing the comforting instead.

“He’ll be suspended for this,” I assure her. “The police will want to get involved because of your age.”

“I’m eighteen,” she breathes.

Those two words send fire spearing to my groin and settling in my nuts.

Eighteen.

Legal. Legal. Legal.

Clearing my throat, I attempt to be professional. It’s a sad attempt because I can’t fucking think straight when she’s so close I could touch her. When her scent is camping out in my nostrils, intoxicating me.

“Then it’ll be up to you if you want to press charges. I understand with family—”

“He’s not my family.” Her tone is sharp and her green eyes flicker with a fierceness I haven’t seen before. “I’ll need to talk to my mom.”

“Of course,” I agree. “When we get to Mr. Erickson’s, we’ll give her a call.”

I’m itching to grab hold of her hand and guide her to the principal’s office, but I can’t. That won’t sit well at all. The last thing I’m going to do is put her in a position that might have this entire situation turned on her. She needs me to protect her right now. At least until her mother arrives.

Unable to be a complete gentleman, I press my fingertips to her lower back, urging her forward. “Grab your bag and let’s go.”