You stand before Professor Riddle, frustration bubbling beneath your calm facade.

"A 'D'? I followed every guideline," you protest.

"Clearly, you misunderstood the assignment,” he replies, leaning back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I hate you,” you shoot back

“Yeah. Turns me on. Love it.”

You stare at him as he approaches you.

“I can show you how much it turns me on.”

“But, you’re my professor.”

His eyes rake over you slowly. “And? It can be our secret.”