Every step Eleanor took away from the tube potato bay calmed the tension that had been building in her chest ever since she’d heard the detentions would be in the greenhouses. She couldn’t afford to get caught alone up here with Wilson. He’d totally creeped her out last time—talking to her like she belonged to him, brushing up against her, looking at her like he could see through her clothes. Eleanor shuddered just thinking about it.

He shouldn’t have even been working with her. Mrs. Jackson had sent Wilson off to work at something intensive, but when her back was turned, Wilson had paid Eleanor’s partner to trade places with him. When Eleanor started getting uncomfortable, she looked for Mrs. Jackson to try and set things back the way they were, but the supervisor was busy at...

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