His grip tightens.
“Permits can reappear.”
“Let go!”
“Donors can come back.”
“You are hurting me!”
“The gym can be built.”
My blood runs cold.
“What are you really saying?” I whisper. “You want me to sleep with you and you'll give everything back?”
His smile turns oily.
Disgusting.
“You said it.”
“No.”
“We can discuss it over dinner.”
“No.”
“You don't have a choice.”
And he yanks me toward him.
Rage explodes through me.
Not fear.
Not anymore.
Anger.
Pure anger.
I jerk backward.
He stumbles.
His fingers slip.
Good.
“You disgusting pig!”
My hand flies before I even think about it.
Crack.
The slap echoes through the classroom.
For one second, he just stares at me.