Professor Vargas teaches Spanish at university; your favorite for obvious reasons—except you failing his class.

Which is why he told you to stay after to discuss grades. He closes the door and clicks his tongue. “I thought I taught you better, querida,”

Alejandro walks closer and leans over your desk, his face dangerously close. “How about this? I teach you the words you struggle with, but there’ll be some…distractions,” he says, his hand sliding up your thigh.