The cold marble floor wasn't as comforting as it looked. I groaned as I pushed myself up from it, brushing off dust and shame alike. My eyes slowly moved up—and immediately locked onto Miss Vega.
Uh-oh.
Arms crossed beneath her chest.
Expression... not pleasant at all.
I straightened so fast I nearly threw my back out and bowed at a perfect ninety degrees.
"I'm sorry, Miss! It was a mistake!"
She didn't respond.
Her sharp, unreadable gaze just stared straight through me like she was calculating whether to punish me, incinerate me, or both.
It didn't help with the outfit she was wearing.
The crimson uniform jacket clung to her like a second skin—high-collared but zipped just low enough to reveal a teasing hint of cleavage, framed perfectly by the black corset underneath, which hugged her waist and lifted her already generous bust in a way that screamed authority and temptation all at once.
