“And wanted to give you a high-five for your performance?” He waggles his eyebrows to lighten the mood.
I chuckle and shake my head. “Something like that.”
He smirks. “Go on….”
“I can’t risk getting fired and losing the company. That’s pissing away over 100 million dollars for no reason.”
“Endless phenomenal sex and cute babies warm your bed and your heart more than 100 million dollars.”
“The sex was great, but I wasn’t looking for anything more. My goal was to get off.”
His words weigh down on me. Even if they’re true. It doesn’t matter. She walked out before she even knew who I was. And when she did find out, she freaked. I’m not what she wants. She has her life planned out, and it doesn’t include walking into the sunset with me and growing my baby in her belly. And that’s good. Right? Right. I don’t want anything more with her. I never did.
God, my skin is tight. I rotate my head from one side to the other and pace the floor. One step. Two.
“I’ve watched rich men walking in and out of my office for years,” Sean says as he ignores my resistance to his words. “I’ve seen men with decent bank accounts gushing about their families.”
My hands ball into fists. “Dude, it was a one-time thing. Let’s not get carried away.”
“You’re the one that’s freaking out.” He pins me with a stare. “I’m not pacing.”
I stop, tripping over the back of my shoe. “Bite me.”
“Now. Sit down and be a big boy. Let’s go over the company’s financials. The last quarter has been our best one yet.”
“If my father would get his head out of his ass, we’d be doing even better.” My father is too stubborn for his own good. We could combine our two companies and double his net worth in five years.
Chapter Twelve
Daisy
One Week Later
“Are you ready for the calculus quiz?” Zoe dangles her water bottle from her finger and dodges past two jocks tossing a football as they navigate the hallway.
“I think so.” At least, I hope so. We’ve only been in class for a week, but I’m getting the concepts as Alexander explains them. Professor Taylor. Remember – he’s Professor Taylor. “Professor Taylor is a better teacher than my previous one was.”
“Are you sure?” She waggles her eyebrows. “Or are you glued to his every word because you can’t stop fantasizing about his mouth all over you?”
I shiver from head to toe. “That has nothing to do with it.”
She smirks as my denial falls on deaf ears. “But you’re not denying you want his mouth all over you.”
“No. I’m not.” Damn it. I stepped right into that one. “I mean. No. I’m not thinking about him in that way.” Heat covers my cheeks, and I shake my head, trying to make it look like I’m disappointed in her, but I’m hiding my flaming red face instead. It’s a bald-faced lie that I’m not interested in, Professor Taylor.
I’ve thought of nothing else besides being devoured by him in the last two weeks. He’s what sin is made from. But I’ll never go down that road again.
But what if–
No. There’s no use in thinking about what-ifs. Just because I’ve caught him staring at my mouth more than once doesn’t mean he wants anything more from me than he’s gotten. He wasn’t looking for a happily ever after before he knew I was his student. And now that he’s found out, he’s running in the other direction.
“Hey!” A voice behind us yells, grabbing my attention. It’s a guy from class jogging up to us. He sits two seats behind me. He’s a taller guy with blond hair and blue eyes and probably my age. He’s the classic all-American jock. The kind that would join in the football tossing on his way to class.
I step aside to give him room. When he stops in front of us, we skid to a stop. Tripp? No. I frown. That’s not right. Tony?
“You’re Daisy, right?”
“Yes.” I frown. “Do I know you?”