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slacks and sits, crossing his legs. A nice dress shirt is tucked into his pants. He even wears a tie, his hair combed back enough to make him seem older and professional without looking creepy. And he does look older. He looks like he could easily pull off early thirties—perfect young, hot professor age.
    Heat flushes my body.
    I’m dressed in incredibly low-rise jeans, a revealing, white cami, and a pink EPE zip-up sweatshirt. Exactly what Dallas told me to wear. As I stalk around the room trying to tidy the place up, he grabs my arm and pulls me to him. I gaze down into his light eyes that express concern.
    “What can I do that will make this shoot as easy for you as possible?”
    I want to reach out and touch his face—run my thumb along the smooth end of his jaw, but I have to be patient.
    “Modeling with someone else is just going to take some time getting used to.”
    The corner of his mouth turns up. “I’ll try my best to make you forget about the camera.”
    Oh, God.
    You should try your best to make me forget you’re not single , I want to tell him, but instead, I just nod.
    After Britain sets up her lighting, she claps her hands together. “Okay, I think we’re ready to shoot. Dallas, go ahead and take a seat behind the desk.
    My heart begins to pound relentlessly. I clutch my binder—which I’ve brought as a prop—to my chest.
    Britain starts adjusting her camera. “Okay, Andrea, so what’s the scenario?”
    Andrea inhales excitedly, and clasps her hand in front of her. “Okay, Rylan. You come into the office looking for way to make extra credit in Dallas’s class, but he obviously has bigger plans for you.”
    I roll my eyes. “Oh, brother.”
    “Rylan,” Dallas says sternly. Darkly. I turn to see him looking up at me from his desk, eyes fierce. His palms are pressed flat against the polished wood. “I’ve noticed that you’re failing my class.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I murmur.
    “Fuck yes!” Britain squeals, raising the camera and taking a few test shots of Dallas. “Come on, Rylan. Don’t be a poor sport. Play into it.”
    I take a huge breath and slowly start walking toward Dallas, who is stone-still.
    “Rylan, you are meek and innocent,” Andrea instructs. “This professor is ruthless toward you. You’ve never done so horribly in a class before and all you want in the world is for your GPA to not drop from a sparkling 4.0.”
    Not too far from real life , I think.
    “Give me dialog,” Andrea instructs. “Inspire me.”
    Dallas grins wickedly. He’s having way too much fun with this. “I don’t think you can do it,” he says.
    Fire ignites inside me. A challenge.
    I look down, scuffing my feet timidly. “Professor, I’d like to ask if you’d make an exception and offer extra credit for me. It’s just, I’m a straight-A student and have never had such a difficult time in a class before.”
    “Yes,” Britain hisses.
    When I look up at Dallas, I can’t tell if he’s impressed or not by my acting. His expression lacks all amusement. He leans back in his chair. “The thing is, Rylan, I have girls coming into my office all of the time asking for extra credit. And their excuses are quite creative. So why should I give it to you and not to them?”
    “Please, Professor,” I whimper. “I’ll do anything.”
    Dallas can’t keep the smile from rising on his face. “Unzip your sweatshirt,” he orders me in a deep voice. “Slowly.”
    “Is this okay, Andrea?” I hear Britain asking.
    “Oh, I’m having the time of my life,” Andrea responds. “Keep going.”
    Trying my hardest to keep my breathing under control, I slowly unzip my sweatshirt. Dallas’s eyes don’t leave mine the entire time.
    “Take it off,” he says. I let the garment fall to the floor.
    He rolls his chair back and stands. With one foot purposefully in front of the other, he walks around to the edge of the desk and motions to it.
    “Take a seat,” he says, his serious