For once, I regretted always sitting at the front of the class. My cheeks burned a constant red as I waited for Professor Irvine to arrive. The hum of classroom chatter did nothing to divert my focus from the heavy wooden door that led to the hallway.

Dana sank into the chair beside me and punched me in the arm. “Where were you last night?”

“I, um, I fell asleep at the library again.” I shrugged and tore my gaze away from the door.

“Oh my god. Again?” She unpacked her messy notepad and her textbook. “Did the security guard find you?”

“Yeah.” I hated lying, but I couldn’t tell her the truth. “He took me back to the apartment this morning, but you were already gone for the gym. So I showered, and here I am.”

She sighed. “I didn’t even realize you hadn’t made it home until I woke up this morning, and then you didn’t answer your cell. You’re lucky I didn’t sic campus police on you with a missing person’s report, especially after what happened to Tucker.”

My pulse jumped up another notch. “What do you mean?”

She leaned closer, her voice conspiratorial. “Word is, campus PD found him knocked out in the little cut-through of woods on the way to our apartment. They got him up, and he seemed fine, so they let him go. But then he got jumped on the way into his apartment late last night.”

My eyes widened.

“Scary, right?” She mistook my surprise.

I knew exactly what happened to Tucker—Professor Elliot’s “friends.” He wasn’t kidding when he said Tucker would get the message loud and clear. I should have been horrified, but I remembered the slimy feel of Tucker’s palm against my mouth and his fingers up my thigh. It sent a chill through me. Tucker deserved what he got, and I hoped he’d learned his lesson.

Dana settled back in her seat and fixed me with a stern look. “I’m glad you’re okay, but don’t pull anything like that again. It’s not safe.”

“Yes ma’am.” I nodded and gave her a weak smile.

Apparently reassured, she turned and started talking to another student.

I trained my gaze on the door again, and my stress ratcheted up another notch. I could only hope Professor Irvine would ignore me altogether. With one minute left before the start of class, she strode in. Her gaze landed directly on me, a confident smirk turning the corner of her too-red lips.

I bowed my head and poised my pen over my blank legal pad. Notes. I just needed to take notes like normal and everything would be fine. I studied the light blue lines across my page, counting them in fours until I got to the odd one at the bottom. Then I mentally divided that line into four sections.

“Ms. Wilder?” Professor Irvine’s voice quieted the classroom chatter in an instant.

I swallowed hard and glanced up. “Yes.”

“Have you prepared for today’s lesson?” She grabbed a remote and clicked on the display behind her, the whiteboard lighting up as the computer booted.

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” She grinned, and I shifted in my chair. “Tell me the holding of Hoyt vs. United States.”

The case seemed familiar, but it wasn’t on the lesson for today. She was trying to humiliate me. Lucky for me, I always read ahead.

“That was the Supreme Court case where the court ruled 5-4 that scanning license plates is not a violation of the Fourth Amendment search and seizure restrictions.”

She narrowed her eyes and tried again. “On what prior case did the court base its ruling?”

“Is this on the syllabus?” Dana whispered and flipped through her textbook.

As I tried to remember the specific precedential case, Professor Irvine clicked the remote. A feminine sigh echoed around the room, and there, on the white board, was Professor Irvine. Completely naked, she rode a man reverse-cowgirl as he slapped her ass.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” She tweaked her own nipples and looked into the camera as she worked the mystery man.

“Oh my fuck.” Dana whipped out her cell and started recording as the rest of the class stared.

Professor Irvine yelped and clicked the remote, but she missed the button to turn it off, and a “Digital Sound” notification popped up on the top right while the video still played.

“I want you to put it in my ass, Daddy.” She ran her hands to her hair and kept bouncing on the man.

A few more button clicks by Professor Irvine and the screen went dark. But the damage was done. We’d all seen, and Dana—and perhaps more—had recorded it for posterity.