The second Professor Ames strides into the room, my embarrassment morphs into irritation. This man falsely accused me of cheating and forced me into signing a contract that gave Xavier the right to control me. Righteous indignation rises in me, and I grit my teeth while keeping my eyes on my computer screen.
Another student drops into the chair next to me. I ignore him, but he doesn’t do the same. His gaze slides over me, pausing on my legs before traveling back up to my breasts. When his eyes meet mine, he grins.
“You look familiar,” he says. “Have we met?”
I shake my head.
“Maybe we should. I’m Victor.”
“I’m not interested,” I whisper, giving him a pointed stare.
“Too bad. You look like you’d be fun.”
I silently fume the entire lecture. By the time class ends, I’m more than ready to get the hell out of here. I shove my personal belongings into my backpack and head toward the door.
Victor falls into step beside me, his long legs easily keeping up with my fast pace. I glare up at him.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I was hoping you’d let me take you out on a date.”
“My boyfriend wouldn’t like that,” I say.
It’s not a lie exactly. Xavier may not be my boyfriend, but he definitely wouldn’t like me dating someone else. Even having this type of conversation with another man is enough to piss him off.
As if conjured by my thoughts, my phone pings, notifying me about a text from Xavier.
Xavier: Tell him to fuck off, or I will.
Delilah: Seriously, how do you know what’s happening?
Xavier: It doesn’t matter. Get rid of him.
Victor glances at my phone and shrugs. “I’m not worried about your boyfriend.”
“You should be.”
“Why? What’s the worst he’ll do? Fight me?”
I snort. “No.”More like kill you.“Listen, I’m not going to tell you again: I’m not interested.”
He exhales, a mixture of frustration and resignation. “Whatever. You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
“I won’t,” I mutter.
I make my way across campus to the library, eager to get away from stupid men and their presumptions about me. Another text notification lights up my phone, and I check it with a sigh.
Xavier: Is he gone?
Delilah: As my stalker, shouldn’t you know the answer to that?
Xavier: Don’t push me.
With a grin, I step inside the library. The atmosphere relieves me of my tension, and I relax a little. After a few minutes I locate Raven sitting at one of the many tables in the center of the large room, a coffee next to her notebook.
“Ready to study?” I ask.
“Meh.”
