Dropping to her knees was almost a relief, as unsteady as her legs were.
Montreal took her chin with his fingers and tipped her head up, forcing Wendy to meet his gaze.
“I can have you expelled for this,” he said.
Wendy’s eyes widened.
Montreal cast her a look of such loathing Wendy flinched. “I have students who never miss classes and work very hard just to get a C. And then there are pretty, empty-headed girls like you who think if they suck my dick, they’ll get a good grade.”
Wendy felt her face heat up. Hearing the word “dick” from Professor Montreal was weird as hell. Weird and downright obscene.
Montreal’s grip on Wendy’s chin tightened. “Do you think it’s fair, Wyatt?”
Wendy swallowed, but she forced herself to meet the man’s gaze firmly. “If you’re going to report this to the board, remember that I didn’t say a word about sucking your dick, Professor. You did. If you report me, I’ll report you.”