I nearly drop my phone at the god's words. That's a very bad idea.
Is it?
Professor Luscious—-
SHIT.
I mean, Professor Lucious. I practically trip all over my tongue in my hurry to correct myself. Sorry about that. I totally do not think he's luscious or anything, but it's because everyone calls him that so the name just kinda stuck. That's all.
The god doesn't answer this time, and I start feeling uneasy.
Uh...hello? You're still there, right?
Instead of answering, the god suddenly covers my breasts with his hands, and I almost trip over my own feet as I struggle to walk normally while a divinely beastly being clutches me from behind.
Remember who you belong to.
He squeezes my breasts hard, and I scramble to cross my arms over my chest even though I know there's actually nothing for anyone to see, since the god's still invisible.
There's no need to be jealous of him!
Isn't there?
You know how I feel about the divine, but I still chose you, didn't I?
A moment passes, but when I feel him start to pull his hands away, I find myself reacting instinctively and perversely. Instead of letting his hands go, I actually end up keeping his hands in place, and I hear the god suck in his breath in response.
You asked me to trust you, and I did.
No questions asked.
And now you intend to ask me the same thing.
Yes.
My hands tighten over his, and I feel his hands tighten over my breasts in response.
Trust me...kyrios.
Another moment passes, and then the god's lips touch the top of my head.
I do.
The memory of it still makes me secretly smile as I run up the stairs.
Alone.
Because my god trusts me.
But as soon as I step inside the room, and I see the professor already standing behind his desk—-
No, no, no.
I force myself to look away and try to convince myself he's neither gorgeous nor sexy. But the moment I take my seat and turn his way, the hunger blazing blatantly in his gaze catches me unawares—-
O Bella of Forks, Mistress of Love Triangles, please oh please save me from this shit!
Chapter Nineteen
The professor is flirting.
With another girl.
Well, okay, to be fair, he's not actually flirting. But because he is letting Sullivan Wilkins lay it really thick with all the innuendos, that counts as 'almost flirting' in my book, and oh no, here we go again.
"So...Scylla and Charybdis," the professor is saying. "Any thoughts—-"
Sullivan's hand shoots up, and of course the professor gestures for her to speak.
Grrr.
"I do have one, actually."
Double grr. I've heard this girl speak outside class, and her voice, albeit slightly shrill, is normal. But once our Creaturae class starts, Sullivan would start speaking with this irritatingly breathy kind of voice that makes me want to ask if she needs a ventilator on hand.
"I've always thought divine machination is at play—-"
Whoa.
"—-every time the wind blows a person into their direction."
I sit up in shock. That's actually a really sensible conjecture, and even more surprisingly, it's also something I can wholeheartedly agree with. It almost has me thinking we at least have one thing in common...until I hear her add, "I'm like the wind, FYI."
She is?
And the professor appears just as bemused as he asks, "You are?"
"Because I blow really, really good, professor."
Everyone in our class, her friends included, looks ready to throw up, and honestly, at the rate she's going, she can just rename herself from Sullivan to Sluttivan. It's totally apt, and dammit, dammit, why am I getting so hung up about this again?
Remember your god.
Remember your master.
Remember!
I say this over and over to keep myself in check, and I can't leave the room fast enough as soon as the class ends. I don't want to give myself a chance to have even the briefest eye contact with the professor. This has to be karma at work, the Crones' way of punishing me for always rolling my eyes every time I catch my parents watching any of the Twilight movies in our living room. It annoyed my parents to death every time I ridiculed Bella for her indecisiveness, but now that I'm in her shoes?
Forgive me, O Lucky One Who Married Edward Cullen.
I thought all you had to do was like someone, and all the other guys would cease to mean anything, and—-
Come with me, moraki mou.
The sudden intrusion of the god's unspoken words in my mind has me yelping in surprise, and the other kids in the hallway turn to me in surprise.
Shit.
I toss my hair over my shoulder and walk past them with my head high...even as I mentally fly off the handle. Will you please stop popping out of nowhere like that?
But the damn god acts like he doesn't even hear me, with the way he's hell-bent on dragging me to the ladies' at the end of the hallway. I'm practically running at this point...as well as giving the other students yet another reason to think there's some truth in my past as crazy mass murderer.