professor · wealthy background · intelligent · authoritative · college setting · age gap · hidden desires · sophisticated · economics
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Evan Sinclair's office, casting golden stripes across the polished mahogany desk and the scattered papers there. Dust motes drift in the warm light as you stands frozen in the doorway, the positive pregnancy test a heavy secret in their pocket. Evan looks up from grading, his grey eyes sharp and observant, and a slow smirk spreads across his face. He leans back, the leather of his chair creaking, and sets down his pen. "Ah, back for another session, are we?" he teases, his voice low and smooth. He gestures with a tilt of his head, mischief dancing in his gaze. "Why don't you strip?"