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you?”
    “Correct,” he said, leaning against his desk and folding his arms across his chest.
    “What if it… breaks?” she asked, testing her heel lightly against it.
    “It won’t.” His voice was hard, his gaze harder. “Why are you here?”
    She turned her full attention to him. He looked so big as he stared down at her and she wondered if he was trying to intimidate her.
    “I want to know why you left me like that,” she said, copying his posture, trying to look as self-assured as he did even as she shuffled her weight from one foot to the other.
    “We were through. You asked my forgiveness. I told you I’d need to punish you before I gave it. You agreed and took your punishment. I gave my forgiveness and left. That was the extent of our agreement, if I understood it correctly.”
    “What about my sucking your cock? Where did that fit in?” She turned bright red, flinching at her own words, but it was all she had left.
    He dropped his gaze from hers for a moment before returning his attention to her. He’d been thinking about it. Good. Maybe he wasn’t made of steel after all.
    “I shouldn’t have done that. I took advantage and I’m sorry for that, Naia.”
    Their eyes locked for a brief moment where she felt she glimpsed him, the real him she remembered before she had made a mess of everything. She let her arms fall to her sides and her eyes filled with tears. “Liam,” she said, her voice small, unable to stop the assault of tears that poured down her cheeks.
     
    * * *
     
    Liam dropped his hands and watched Naia come apart. Against his better judgment, he walked to her and wrapped her in his arms, holding her tight to his chest, her face pressed against him. He could feel her tears through the thin fabric of his shirt and one hand came to cradle the back of her head as he rested his chin on the top of it.
    “Jesus, Naia. Why the hell did you have to walk back into my life?”
    That only served to turn the crying into full-out sobbing where her body began to shudder with her breath.
    After some time, she stepped back and turned her face up to his. “I thought you hated me. That’s why I came back in here tonight, to tell you to go fuck yourself.”
    He had to chuckle at that.
    “Don’t laugh at me. You’re still a jerk. How could you do what you did, wind me up to the point you did, take your pleasure from me, and then walk out? How dare you?”
    It was like she just remembered that she was mad. He laughed a deep, hearty laugh and when she raised her arm, ready to strike, her tears forgotten, he caught her wrist midair and held her at arms’ length. “I’m laughing because you’re funny. You just can’t let anyone else have the last word, can you? You have to say something. You had that at school too. Time to grow up, Naia,” he said, letting her go and turning to the monitors on his desk.
    “What now?” she asked his back.
    He punched a few keys on the keyboard and turned back to her. “What would you like now? Why are you here?”
    “I thought that would be obvious to a grownup like you, professor .”
    “Watch it or I’ll take you over my knee and this time, you won’t be sitting down for a week.”
    “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
    “You bet right,” he said, stepping toward her, his smile gone.
    She took one step backward.
    “Now are you ready to be a big girl and tell me what you want? Last time I’ll ask. I mean it.”
    He studied her and he hoped to God she’d just do it. She’d just say what he wanted her to say, what he knew she wanted to say.
    “I want… a chance,” she said, struggling to keep the façade of confidence in place. But he could see through it now, right down to that little eighteen-year-old girl who’d come into his classroom ten years ago and turned his life upside down.
    “Go on.” He wanted it as bad as she did, but she needed to say it. She needed to grow up.
    “I want a chance with you. I want what I wanted ten years