“Yes. Education.”

“Yes. Education.” Alexis commented, rolling her eyes at his condescending tone. “What else would it be for?” She stomped off.

“Hey! You didn’t even tell me your name! And I didn’t say our conversation was over!”

Alexis’ eyes widened at his sentence. “Well, I did! And you’re not in a position of power compared to me, so my word is the final say.”

The man grabbed her wrist. “Look. This school has a hierachy. I’m just trying to protect you from the vultures that live within it.”

“I don’t need protection, thank you very much.”

The man shoved her against him, kissing her quickly yet deeply before Alexis pushed him away in shock, anger, and denied arousal.

He wasn’t affected by her behavior. “Read your wrist.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, following his order. It said: Robert. Dickinson Hall. Room 2392.

Alexis groaned. “Dammit.”