Windsor's POV
I deleted Logan's number the moment I got back to my dorm.
The audacity of his proposition still made my skin crawl. A sex tape for a class presentation? The thought alone was nauseating.
Pauline was sitting on her bed when I walked in, surrounded by textbooks and notes. She looked up with concern.
"You look pale," she said. "What happened after I left?"
"Logan happened." I collapsed onto my bed face-first. "He suggested we make a pornographic video for our project presentation."
The silence that followed was deafening.
"Please tell me you're joking," Pauline said slowly.
"I wish I was." I turned my head to face her. "He volunteered to be the male subject. Guess who he wanted as his co-star?"
Pauline's mouth fell open. "That perverted—"
"I turned him down, obviously." I sat up, running my hands through my hair. "But now I have to figure out how to work with him for the rest of the semester."
