My eyes dart between his answer and his smug, over-confident face.
“This is good. Really good,” I confess. “It’s—” Realisation hits me and a laugh tumbles from my lips.
“You smug fucking bastard.”
My fingers curl around the edge of the chair ready to push back, but his foot finally moves and I’m rendered useless as he slides it under my skirt and right between my thighs.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Miss Andrews.” He says innocently as his foot gets higher.
I should stop him. I need to stop him. I—
The sound of his phone cuts through the air like a knife.
“Would you look at that,” he taunts. “Saved by the bell.”
Without moving his foot, he reaches for his phone, glances at the screen and then puts it to his ear.
“Yes. Yes. Yep. Coming right now.”
His eyes burn into mine as he talks to whomever is on the other end. When he lowers it once more, he looks away and I finally manage to find some inner strength and shove my chair back, ensuring his foot falls from me as I stand and move farther away.
He chuckles as he gathers up his things.
“Anyone would think you can’t be trusted in a room with a student, Miss Andrews. Letting me touch you like that. How inappropriate,” he taunts.
“Just go,” I hiss, desperately trying not to show how much I’m freaking out right now.
Anyone could have walked into this room just then and saw what he was doing, the look on my face as he did it.
Get a fucking grip, Brianna.
“Go? But we haven’t arranged our next session.”
“You don’t need it. That answer you just gave me was perfect.”
That sadistic smirk returns.
“Oh but I’m not sure my classwork with Mrs. Hendrix will look that way. I think I definitely need some more one-on-one time with the teacher who helps me understand it in a way no one else ever has before.”
A low growl rumbles deep in my throat.
“What? Are you going to refuse to help me, Miss Andrews? That wouldn’t look good on your CV or upcoming job applications, would it?”
“Fuck you, Nico. I won’t bow down to your threats.”
“I really suggest you reconsider. Because I never, ever dish out empty ones.”
He prowls around the table, throwing his bag over his shoulder as he goes, closing the space between us and making the air crackle.
I back away, but there’s only so far I can retreat before my back collides with the wall.
“You need to stop.”
His smirk turns into a sneer as he stares down at me.
“I don’t need to do anything, Miss Andrews. I rule this school and everyone in it. And now, you’re right here in the middle of my kingdom. Don’t be thinking you hold any power here. You don’t. I have it all. And if you want to walk out at the end of the year with the chance of a teaching career in your grasp, then you need to do as I say.”
“What did I ever do to you, Nico? Why do you hate me so much?”