I wheeled back. “Are you insinuating I had it coming?”
“If the shoe fits…” His lips stretched in a cold grin.
“God knows I had no trouble holding out against you,” I muttered as I turned and stalked out, uncaring whether he heard me or not.
“Put some concealer on your neck,” he shouted after me, in turn uncaring that those passing by his office could hear. “It looks like you’ve been dating Dracula.”
“Bastard.” Who did he think he was to say such things to me? I hurried past the students who’d turned curious gazes my way and pretended I had no idea who the professor was talking about.
I blinked against the moisture that threatened to spill over my lower eyelids. I didn’t deserve being treated in that manner, no matter what he might think. No matter what any of them might think.
No. Pr
