Just One Orgasm!

Emilia stopped outside the large oak door.

DEAN OF STUDENTS

The polished brass nameplate reflected the overhead lights. She adjusted the strap of her backpack, took a quiet breath, then knocked once.

"Come in." His voice was calm but authoritative.

She pushed the door open.

The office was spacious without being extravagant. The shelves lined one wall, filled with academic journals, framed certificates, and decades of graduation photographs. A large window overlooked the university grounds, allowing morning sunlight to spill across the dark wooden floor.

Behind an equally imposing desk sat a man who looked to be in his late fifties.

He wore thin-framed glasses low on his nose, and what little hair remained on his head had long surrendered to age.

His neatly pressed suit suggested a man who believed punctuality and discipline solved most of life’s problems.

He looked up from the file already open before him. "Miss Hayes."

"Good afternoon, sir."

He gestured toward the chair opposite him. "Please, have a seat."

"Thank you, sir." Emilia sat carefully, resting her backpack beside her feet.

For several moments, the dean simply read.

The silence stretched long enough to make her wonder whether she should say something.

Eventually, he closed the folder.

"Do you know that you’re a scholarship student?"

Emilia nodded. "Yes."

He looked over the rim of his glasses.

She immediately corrected herself. "Yes, sir."

His expression softened just enough to acknowledge the response.

"Then perhaps you can explain why this report states that you’ve been absent from lectures for nearly a week."

Emilia lowered her eyes briefly. "I’m sorry, sir."

He waited.

"I... went home."

The dean folded his hands together. "Without notifying the university."

"Yes, sir."

He didn’t interrupt her.

She drew a quiet breath. "There was an incident involving another student."

His expression changed ever so slightly. "The matter with Mr. Noah Carter?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir." She let out a soft exhale. "I wasn’t in the right state of mind." Her voice remained steady, but quieter now. "I thought going home for a few days would help me clear my head before coming back."

The dean regarded her for a long moment.

"I’ve read the reports regarding that incident." His tone lost a little of its severity. "What happened to you was unfortunate."

Emilia nodded once. "Thank you, sir."

"But."

That single word straightened her spine.

"You are still a scholarship student."

"Yes, sir."

"The standards expected of scholarship recipients are not lower because life becomes difficult."

"I understand."

"If something like this ever happens again, you apply for compassionate leave." He opened a drawer, removed a form, and placed it on the desk. "This exists for a reason."

He tapped the paper lightly.

"So your attendance record reflects an approved absence rather than unexplained misconduct."

Emilia looked at the form carefully. "I didn’t know that was possible."

"Most students don’t." He leaned back. "That doesn’t excuse failing to ask."

"No, sir."

Silence settled between them again.

Finally, he closed her file completely.

"Fortunately..." He adjusted his glasses. "...this is your first disciplinary concern."

He glanced down at the transcript attached to the file. "Your academic record is exceptional."

Emilia remained silent.

"The circumstances surrounding your absence are documented, and they are not frivolous."

He nodded once, as though making the decision aloud.

"I’ll recommend that this absence be excused."

Relief washed quietly across her face.

"Thank you very much, sir."

"Do not make me regret that decision."

"I won’t."

"I expect to see perfect attendance going forward."

"You will." A small smile appeared on her face. "I appreciate your understanding."

The dean gave a brief nod.

"If that’s all..." She stood, lifting her backpack onto one shoulder. "...I’ll take my leave now. My lecture starts in about an hour."

He nodded. "Very well."

She had almost reached the door when his voice stopped her.

"Miss Hayes."

She turned. "Yes, sir?"

The dean frowned thoughtfully, as though only just remembering something. "There is one more matter."

She waited.

He glanced toward another document resting on the corner of his desk. "Do you have an issue with Professor Ashford?"

Her brows knitted together immediately. "No, sir."

The dean studied her face. "You’re certain?"

"Yes, sir."

He watched her for another moment before giving a thoughtful hum.

He removed a single sheet of paper. "Professor Ashford formally notified my office that you’ve repeatedly declined or ignored requests to meet with him regarding an academic matter."

Emilia’s stomach tightened.

"He requested that I inform you that you’re expected to see him immediately after today’s lecture."

She swallowed. "I..."

The dean raised a hand. "I am not asking for the details." He adjusted his glasses again. "I am simply relaying the message."

He hesitated before continuing.

"He also indicated that if you continue refusing to attend the meeting, he’ll pursue the academic remedies available under university policy."

Emilia felt her throat tighten. "Okay... sir."

The dean leaned back with a sigh that sounded almost weary.

"I’ll admit something off the record."

She looked up.

"I’ve worked at Blackwood for twenty-three years." A dry smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. "Professor Ashford doesn’t often involve my office."

He paused.

"When he does..." He cleared his throat. "...people generally find it wise not to keep him waiting."

Emilia couldn’t tell whether that was advice or sympathy.

"Is he... that intimidating?"

The dean gave a short laugh. "I’ve been dean for over a decade."

He adjusted his tie almost unconsciously.

"And somehow Professor Ashford still manages to make me feel as though I’m the one being summoned."

Despite everything weighing on her chest, Emilia let out the smallest laugh.

"I see."

He pointed gently toward the door.

"So." His expression returned to its usual professionalism. "Attend your lecture."

"And afterward..." He offered a look that was almost apologetic. "...good luck, Miss Hayes."

Emilia managed a faint smile. "Thank you, sir."

She stepped out of the office, gently closing the door behind her. Her smile disappeared almost immediately.

Professor Ashford.

She stared down the empty corridor.

For the first time that morning, facing an entire lecture suddenly seemed easier than facing one conversation.

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