By Lexi Ray: Chancellor

He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to look at him. "Let me worry about the risks, Elena. Right now, the only thing that matters is this."

He leaned in closer, and Elena's eyes fluttered shut, waiting for the inevitable collision of their worlds.

Elena hesitated for a fraction of a second before moving to the leather chair opposite him. She placed the files on his desk, her fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. A static shock seemed to pass between them, making her breath hitch. Chancellor by Lexi Ray

"You're late, Miss Vance," he said, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sent a sharp shiver straight down her spine.

"I apologize, Chancellor," Elena replied, striving to keep her voice professional and steady. "The board meeting ran over." He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the

Elena looked up, her heart hammering against her ribs. He leaned down, placing one hand on the back of her chair and the other on the desk, effectively trapping her. The scent of expensive cologne, cedarwood, and pure authority enveloped her senses.

He didn't look up immediately. He was signing a document, his hand moving with precise, practiced efficiency. The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall, arched windows, catching the sharp lines of his jaw and the dark, impeccably tailored suit that seemed to radiate power. Elena hesitated for a fraction of a second

The heavy oak doors of the Chancellor’s private office clicked shut, cutting off the bustling noise of the university hallway. Elena stood rooted to the spot, clutching a stack of files against her chest like a shield. Behind the massive mahogany desk sat the man she had been avoiding for three full weeks.