Fuck him.
Fuck her.
And fuck whoever sent her to spy.
I’ll interrogate Phoenix myself.
ChapterFive
PHOENIX
Shit, shit, shit.
I hadn’t noticed a thing until the chair flew overhead and hit Veer Bestlasson. And I’d been elated that someone finally put that asshole in his place until I noticed the new lecturer.
How could a man like Marius be Professor Eckhart’s replacement? The former Professor of Finance and Accounting was a middle-aged man with a paunch, and Marius is…
Images assault my mind: his sharp features, sculpted body, the way he squeezed his huge cock. My head spins, and a surge of arousal overrides the shock. I squeeze my thighs and stifle a groan.
He wears a steel-gray suit that’s tailored to his muscular physique, and a pale blue shirt with a navy tie. Yesterday, he looked like a sexy billionaire slumming it in a store. Today, he’s dressed for the board room.
No wonder he spoke so eloquently. He’s a bloody professor.
Maybe I should have asked a few questions before assuming Marius would be my sugar daddy, but all the signs were there from the extravagant house to the designer clothes. But he’s an academic. Those types are never rich, unless they’re connected.
How on earth was I supposed to guess that he would work in a place like this?
These few days had been hotter than anything I’d experienced, and for the first time in my miserable existence, I thought I’d struck it lucky.
When Veer Bestlasson fails to take the stage and slumps back into his seat with a muttered curse, Marius, or rather Professor Segul, resumes his lecture. I don’t hear a word of what he’s saying because I’m sliding down my seat, trying to slip out of notice.
It’s going to be an impossible feat when I’m sitting in front of the muttering dickhead and his guitar.
“Phee,” Charlotte whispers. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, wishing I hadn’t spent the first ten minutes of Finance and Accounting boasting to her about my weekend of internet sex with a hotter, darker, and British version of Christian Grey. This time next week, she’ll ask how things went in his playroom, and—
Shit.
If Professor Segul discovers I’m his student, he’ll cancel our date.
I slide further in my seat, holding myself as still as a meerkat. It’s a trick that always works on Dad when he’s ranting.
When I don’t speak or move or breathe, he runs out of steam and drinks himself to a stupor. Any acts of defiance or defense might become ammunition for him to escalate.
If Marius doesn’t notice I’m in his class, I could speak to the Director of Admissions and change Finance and Accounting to something else. Like Macroeconomics. Hell, even macramé if they offered it. Because academic or not, I still want Marius to Christian Grey me into next week.
Besides, Dad isn’t around anymore to dictate what to study.
The lecture comes to an abrupt stop. My lips part, and I turn to the front and meet his blue eyes. Blue eyes that harden with betrayal.
A noose tightens around my throat. But it’s not like he asked what I did for a living.
I drop my gaze to my laptop and pretend to type notes. Somehow, I’ve got to get out of this room before he changes his mind about Saturday.
The rest of the hour feels like I’m drowning. With dread, disappointment, with his impending dismissal.
Again.