Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Well, you can always come to my office after hours.”
I spend the rest of the class with my hands clenched so tight in fists that my nails dig into my palms.
The cigarette shakes in my fingers as I take a slow pull from it. I’m in the girls room, after class, and I’m still shaking from having to be near that man for a whole double period class. The cigarette — yeah, I know. I don’t even smoke, but there’s something about it that’s calming me, or sort of calming me, and settling the horrible knot in my stomach at having to face Hershman again, while thinking of Amy.
The cigarette tastes like shit anyways though, so I toss it into one of the toilets and wash my hands. I glance at the clock, and what I already know is confirmed: I’ve missed the bus home. I sigh, my breath coming shaky still as I meet my own eyes in the bathroom mirror. I decide to walk home.
I take another breath, tuck my hair back, grab my bag, and waltz out of the bathroom…
Right into him.
Christian.
My hands go flat against that hard-packed, muscled chest of his through his dress shirt, my breath catching as I’m instantly falling right against him.
His sharp blue eyes narrow even as his lips smile at me.
“You were smoking,” he growls, half amused, half angry-sounding.
“No, I wasn’t,” I say quickly.
I gasp as he pulls me tight against him, my skin coming alive and my body melting for him.
“Don’t lie to me, little princess,” he purrs. “Just the truth.”
His eyes lock onto mine, and I can feel myself getting lost in them. Finally, I sigh, giving up.
“Yeah, I was.”
He growls. “C’mon, Tempest.”
“It was a rough day okay?” I snap, and the sharpness in my voice seems to hit a nerve in him. He stiffens, eyes narrowing.
“That bad?”
“Well…” I grin, blushing. “Not the whole day.”
A hungry shadow crosses his face.
“It's just Professor Hershman,” I grumble. “I hate him, and that class.”
“You fucked up the man’s car, Tempest.”
I look away, saying nothing. It’s his voice in my ear that has me gasping, my body tingling and melting.
“Come on,” he purrs, his strong hand closing around my arm.
“What?”
“You missed the bus.”
“I’m walking.”
“No you aren’t,” he says flatly. “I’m driving you.”
I bite my lip, grinning. “I— I couldn’t impose—”
“You aren’t, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” His eyes flash, and his hand tightens on me, pulling me close as my pulse throbs in my veins.
“I’m definitely not taking no for an answer, for anything,” he growls, just shy of dangerous, and it’s just enough of a filthy, naughty promise to get my whole body shivering in anticipation and my panties soaking with need for him.
“And I remember telling you I’d be checking for something later.”
My face burns hot, and I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“Don’t you dare clean up. I’ll be checking later.”
He’s talking about his cum, filling my panties and making my pussy messy and sticky.
My breath comes heavy, and all I can do is nod and wet my lips as his eyes strip me bare in front of him.
“This way.”
He leads me through the hall with one hand firmly at the small of my back, guiding me. We exit into the faculty lot, and he leads me to his big black Range Rover. He’s wordless, his hand still resting on my back, so warm through my blouse and right above my ass as he opens the door for me. He watches me climb in, his eyes tracing up my bare legs, and I can feel that naughty thrill tease it’s way through me from earlier.
“This is a nice car,” I say as he gets in on his side and shuts the door.
“Thanks.” Christian turns and eyes me. “So tell me what really happened that day. With Hershman.”
“You’ve read my file.”
“And it doesn’t make sense.”
“Can we drop it?”
He cocks one brow and gives me a hard look before he slowly nods. “For now.”
We drive to my house in silence, except for me giving a few directions along the way. And as we get closer, the doubt and the confusion about earlier comes flooding into my head. I start to wonder if he’s regretting what happened, or if what we did was a fluke, one-time thing. I’m still mulling this over, and feeling worse and worse, when suddenly, he drives right past my house and up the block to the park. He pulls into the wooded parking lot and roars the engine to the far, shaded side of the lot, parking under a big tree and shutting the car off.
The silence makes my pulse race, and I can feel the heat suddenly flood through me.
“Show me,” he says gruffly.
I know what he means, and I also know without a doubt that earlier was not a fluke, one-time thing.