GAVRIL
Ipace up and down the length of the courtyard outside the library under the cover of the overhang that wraps around it, irritated that she hasn’t arrived yet. My text to her yesterday evening was clear that she was to meet me here in the courtyard at nine o’clock sharp. It’s ten minutes past and there’s still no sign of her. I’m not a person who accepts tardiness, especially not from a sub.
I pull my cellphone out of my pocket and call up her name, when I hear soft footsteps approaching. When I turn around, she standing a few feet away from me. “Sorry, I’m late.”
I tilt my head. “You’d better have a good reason.”
She shrugs. “My alarm clock didn’t go off.”
I shake my head. “That’s not a good enough reason, Camilla.” The desire to hold her to account is strong, but I know we don’t have the time and this isn’t the place. “I’ll have to punish you after spring break.”
Her cheeks redden. “Yes, sir.” She tilts her head. “Why did you ask me here?”
I glance around the courtyard to ensure we’re alone and pull her further into the shadows, wrapping my palm around the back of her neck. “For this.” I pull her lips to mine and kiss her forcefully, my tongue thrusting into her mouth and devouring her from the inside out. This is the last time I get to kiss her for two weeks and that makes me feel odd. I can’t explain why exactly, but I don’t like how I feel.
She wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer as she moans into my mouth.
Normally, I don’t allow her to touch me, but for now, I’ll let it slide. When we finally tear ourselves apart from one another, we’re breathless.
She tilts her head. “Why did you withhold your number?”
I clench my jaw. “Because I can’t have you badgering me over the Spring Break.”
The flash of hurt in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. “Badgering you?” She takes a step back and places her hands on her hips.
“Yes, I told you, this is just sex. While we’re away on break, there’s no need for us to be in contact.”
Her jaw works and I can tell she’s fighting back tears.
Perfect.
It turns out Camilla is hooked on me in more than one way. I’m emotionally unavailable, so if she still hoped this could turn into anything other than physical, she’s wrong.
“I warned you what this was when we first got intimate, Camilla. You assured me you were fine with that.”
She nods. “I am. I have said nothing to the contrary.”
“The look on your face says it all.” I narrow my eyes, feeling a headache starting between them. This kind of bullshit is exactly what I wanted to avoid. “You better not be reading into this anymore than it is, Morrone.”
Her jaw clenches. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“I mean, you better not be hoping that anything other than sex can come from our relationship.” It’s best I put her in her place now before things get too far out of control.
My blazing desire has blinded me to the truth that she’s falling for me.
The hurt in her eyes is as clear as the sea on a blazing hot day, but she tries to hide it. “You shouldn’t be so full of yourself, sir. It’s not a very good look.”
Going on the offensive. “Is that right?” I push her against the wall of the library, my hands tightening around her hips. “Then why are you so aroused right now?”
Her throat bobs. “I’m not. And I don’t have time for this.” She tries to push me off her, but I hold fast.
“You’re a liar, Miss Morrone.”
She releases a frustrated grunt. “Let go of me.”
I tighten my grasp. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll scream for help.” Her eyes are blazing with determination.