Chancellor By Lexi - Ray

He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to look at him. "Let me worry about the risks, Elena. Right now, the only thing that matters is this."

"I have been busy with my thesis, sir," she lied, looking down at the paperwork to avoid those searching eyes. Chancellor by Lexi Ray

"You're late, Miss Vance," he said, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sent a sharp shiver straight down her spine. He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the

"You've been avoiding me, Elena," he stated quietly. It wasn't a question. "You're late, Miss Vance," he said, his voice

Elena looked up, her heart hammering against her ribs. He leaned down, placing one hand on the back of her chair and the other on the desk, effectively trapping her. The scent of expensive cologne, cedarwood, and pure authority enveloped her senses.

Elena hesitated for a fraction of a second before moving to the leather chair opposite him. She placed the files on his desk, her fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. A static shock seemed to pass between them, making her breath hitch.