I narrow my eyes, wondering if she really would scream for help and put this entire thing we’ve got going between us in jeopardy.
“You are being emotional.”
“Emotional?” She sounds furious and I realize my mistake.
Never call a woman emotional, even if she’s being emotional. It’s a rule I’ve always followed and yet I’ve forgotten about it completely.
“And you are being a first rate asshole.”
I growl. “Don’t speak to your professor like that.”
She grinds her teeth, struggling to break free from my grasp frantically.
I can see the tears welling in her eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall. I could never understand a woman’s proclivity for waterworks.
Hell, the last time I cried I would have been younger than ten years old, but then I’m dead inside now.
Whatever humanity I once harbored is entirely gone, obliterated long before Oak found me.
“I will speak to you like that because right now you are not acting like my professor,” she rebuts.
I shake my head. “I don’t wish to leave for Spring Break with you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Angry.”
Her nostrils flare as she clenches her jaw. “Then stop calling me emotional and being a general dickhead.”
I release her then and nod. “Fair enough.”
She straightens her clothes and holds her head up high. “Now, I have to get my car in less than an hour and I’m not packed.”
I arch a brow. “Who leaves packing to the last minute?”
“I do.” She sets her hands on her hips. “I was busy last night.”
My eyes narrow. “Busy with who?”
She holds my gaze for a few beats. “Does it matter?”
I growl and pin her against the wall again. “It matters whether the person you were with was male or female.”
“You are fucking insane.”
“What is your point, Camilla? Answer me. Who were you with?”
“Natalya, Adrianna and Eva,” she replies.
I release her then. All the rage that had begun to build like lava beneath the earth’s crust ready to erupt from a volcano eases. “Good.”
She tries to step around me, but I block her path.
“One last kiss, malishka.”
The anger in her eyes flares brighter, but I ignore it and drag her against my chest.
Even as she tries to resist, her eyes dilate and she instinctively tilts her chin, an invitation to kiss her.