Page 68 of The Naughty Professor

God, he looked so hot — all calm control and crisp lines, watching me over the rim of his glass like he was grading my performance.His jaw was tight, and his eyes unreadable.But I knew better.I’d seen that face come undone.

I sauntered to the edge of the stage and leaned down until our faces were inches apart.“You remember last night, Professor?”I purred, my voice wrapping around him like smoke.“I’m ready for an encore.”

I slid down into his lap, my back arching, and my ass grinding against his thigh in time with the music.

“Jax,” he said, voice low, almost like a warning.

“Say it again,” I whispered, my mouth near his ear.“Say my name.”

“Jax.”

The way he said it — part plea, part disbelief — made my blood spark.

For a moment, there was no one else.No music, and no noise.Just him and me and the pounding of two hearts that wanted the same impossible thing.

Then the world tilted.

It was small at first — a hiccup in gravity?I blinked hard, shook my head, and smiled wider to cover it.It was probably the lights, or the adrenaline.

I got back on stage, spun around, threw my arms wide.“You want more?”

The crowd roared.

“Then let’s make this night unforgettable!”

I started to dance again — hips, arms, body all in sync — but halfway through a spin, the dizziness hit harder.The lights blurred, doubled.The beat warped, slowing down and then speeding up again.

My chest tightened, and my skin tingled.Something was… off.

I pressed a hand to my temple.“Whoa, easy there, tiger,” I muttered under my breath.

The world swam.I blinked, and for half a second, I didn’t recognize my reflection in the mirrored panel behind the stage.

The grin slipped from my face.

“What the—”

My body moved on autopilot, but my thoughts weren’t keeping up.Every cheer, every flash of a camera suddenly felt too loud, too bright, too real.

And then, something inside me cracked.

I stumbled.My vision split — one half glitter and gold, the other sterile white lab walls.

And then panic struck me.

What am I doing on this stage?

Oh God.

My breath hitched.Where are my clothes?

I looked down.

Gold thong.Glitter everywhere.Nothing else.

Oh.My.God.

I’m only wearing a thong!