Chapter 45 On your knees

The door to Professor Montreal’s office was dark and very shiny.

Wendy stared at it, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in her gut. Her palms were beginning to sweat, so she wiped them against her jeans.

Don’t be ridiculous, she told herself. Montreal was just a man, not a monster. The worst thing the guy could do was say no.

She would just talk to him, explain her situation and hope Montreal wasn’t the asshole everyone thought he was.

“Did you want something, Ms. Wyatt?” a smooth, low voice said.

Wendy nearly jumped. Turning around, she tried to find something to say.

“Ms. Wyatt?” Montreal was frowning, a crease between his eyebrows.

“I wanted to talk to you, sir.”

“It’s not an office hour,” Montreal said, unlocking his office and going inside.

He didn’t swing the door shut behind him, and Wendy hesitated, unsure if she was meant to follow him inside.