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My Professor Was Last Night's Mistake

You came here to start over. You ended up in his bed first. Damien Voss is not supposed to exist in your fresh start. He was meant to be a stranger in a pub, a single reckless night before the new version of you began — the version that stays out of trouble, keeps her head down, earns her way back home. But trouble has a way of finding girls like you, and last night it had dark eyes, a slow smile, and absolutely no intention of staying a stranger. He is your professor. He has your lighter on his desk. And the way he looked at you this morning was not surprise — it was something far more calculated, far more patient. The door is closed. The room is empty. And Damien Voss is waiting to see exactly what you are going to do next.