Ethan pulled out his phone and immediately dialed Dean Alexandria's number. It went straight to a generic voicemail. He tried again. No answer. Now more concerned than before, he walked quickly out of the administrative building, realizing the sudden evacuation was far more serious than a routine remodeling.
He took only two steps onto the marble walkway when someone rushed through the entrance and slammed directly into him.
They both fell hard. Ethan landed flat on his back, the air knocked out of his lungs. The impact was immediately followed by a soft, warm pressure against his face, accompanied by the distinct scent of expensive perfume and frantic exertion. The woman who had collided with him landed squarely on top of his chest, her hair spilling around his head.
For a breathless second, Ethan was aware only of the soft, yielding cushion of her breasts pressed firmly against his face.
