She places a small item on the desk. A card is attached, and when I pick it up, I see it’s a green Jolly Rancher.
“My favorite,” I say quietly, unsure if this is a coincidence.
Lifting the card, she’s written in perfect penmanship,I trust you.
My eyes meet hers. It’s a reference to what I said Thursday night.I’m in a position of trust…“Are you mocking me?”
“I mean it with all my heart.”
Her blue eyes are so round, her lips so full, her hair so silky, that cleft in her chin… her beauty makes my chest hurt. I want to touch her so badly, and it’s so wrong.
Students filter past us, heading for the door, and I snap out of it. Our sexual tension is blatantly obvious, and it has to stop.
Reaching out, I touch her arm. “Wait.”
She doesn’t move, and finally, the last student leaves. The door closes with a loud click, and I scan the room to be sure we’re completely alone. Sharon wasn’t here today, and the next classes are starting soon. I have to make this fast.
Meeting her gaze, my tone is fiercely low. “You’ve got to stop this.”
She slides her hand over mine, looking up at me with wide eyes. “But your voice was so hoarse when you came in my mouth. I was worried about you.”
My dick hardens, and I growl. “You can’t give me gifts in class. People will notice.”
Lifting her chin, she steps closer. “I’d like to give you more.”
My skin tingles, and I want to grab her face the way I did in the alley. I want to kiss her hard and fuck her harder. I want to spank her until her ass is red and painful. She’s a fiery pool of temptation, and I want to dive in and burn to death.
Through clenched teeth, I try to stop it. “No gifts. No touching. Nomore.”
“Last one…” She nudges my hand, and I look down to watch her slide a scrap of red lace into my palm. It’s her micro-thong, and I freeze as it enters my fist. “I’m sorry it’s damp. I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on my pussy in class.”
She walks to the door, leaving me alone, and I lift the scrap of lace to my nose, inhaling jasmine, deep woods, and the unmistakable scent that drives me wild.Fuck.
Shoving her thong in my pocket, I snatch up my bag, holding it over my erection as I quickly make my way back to my office, to the small bathroom.
12
Reanna
“The differencebetween forensic psychology and clinical psychology is best understood if taken in terms of setting…” Professor Winston’s glasses are firmly in place, his voice low and controlled.
We’re back here again, and my vision has tunneled.
I pretend to go to Spanish. I pretend to go to English. I pretend to do my assignments, study for quizzes, fret over reports due by the end of the week, but none of it matters. Nothing I do here matters except this man.
Ali says it’s time to eat, and I follow her to the dining hall where food is placed in front of me. I go through the motions of feeding myself, of washing my body and my hair, of putting myself to sleep, but my mind never stops.
The nightmares have stopped—because of him.
I don’t wake up in the middle of my bed searching the empty sheets for everything I’ve lost anymore. I don’t wake up screaming because everything I love has been ripped from me and I’m alone and afraid.
I’m not alone anymore, and I’m definitely not afraid.
He’s the first thing that has ever been almost mine, and all I can think about is getting what I want. All I can think about is him.
Natasha is bearing down hard, but I don’t care about her either. I’m the lioness stalking her prey, the cat waiting for the mouse. I’m perfectly still, laser-focused, watching for the moment his weakness is exposed, and it’s happened.
I’m his weakness. He tries to pretend it’s not true. He tries to hide it, but his efforts only whet my appetite for him. They only tease my muscles tighter.