f**k. I sprinted off the bus and down two streets while gazing at the time on my phone. Thirty minutes late?! Why the hell did class get out so late? I should’ve been here on time, like I had promised Steve—I meant, Professor Patton.
Fuck. Thirty minutes late?! Why the hell did class get out so late? When I reached the entrance, I leaned over my knees to catch my breath and gazed up at the same security guards I had spoken with last night. “I-I’m here f-for class,” I said between breaths, chest rising and falling.
“You’re late.”
“I know,” I whispered. “Can I please come in so Professor Patton doesn’t kill me?”
The stoic man chuckled and stepped to the side. I raced into the building without looking like a complete newbie in a room full of pro dominants and submissives, then found the b
