“Tell me more,” I sigh. Hands are my kink. There is something so hot about how they show what a man is capable of. Fighting like a brute but eating with grace. And driving. A man’s hand on the steering wheel, shifting gears… A memory rises of Kon’s big, warm hand, cupping my pussy as he curled behind me as I fell asleep that night.
Nope, nope, nope not going there,I think.
“...He has long hair that he ties back and dark brown eyes and he stares at you as if he’s looking into your soul,” Mala sighs.
“A little dramatic,” Athena says dryly, “but the man istóso kaftó,so hot. He’s the new firearms expert, filling in for Professor Sanchez.”
“What’s his name?” Tatiana asks.
“Cormac MacTavish,” Mala said, “and thank god, while he has a Scottish accent, you can still understand him.”
“Oh, do you remember Callum?” I laugh, “The Scottish guy in the Spy division who graduated last year? I swear you could talk to him with Google Translate and still have no idea what he was saying.”
“I remember!” Athena says. “But that man could kiss.”
“Are there any men left on campus whose souls you haven’t already taken to the Underworld?” Mala inquires politely. I remember what Tati said about just how loud Athena could be when she was “entertaining,” when even earplugs and a pillow over her head were not enough and I nearly choke on my mouthful of popcorn.
“Not all of us are required to be virgin princesses,” Athena says smugly, ducking as Mala throws a piece of candy at her head. “Hey now! Those are Petrova chocolates, show some respect!”
“This is good,” I say firmly. “No stupid men. Girl’s night is so much better.”
Athena smiles wickedly. “If you say so.”
Chapter Seven
In which there is so much sexual tension.
No Promises - Cheat Code, Demi Lovato
Mariya…
By dinner the next night, half my table was buzzing about the hot new firearms instructor. “He should be striding across the moors in tall riding boots and a cape,” Willow said, smiling in a misty sort of way. She’s a sunny-natured blonde, first-born to an Australian cartel leader, but her second-born brother will still take control after their father’s passing.
However, while she might be mooning over Professor MacTavish, I know she is vicious and a brilliant planner. Her brother’s reign might not be that long.
“I’m getting nauseous,” grumbled Jun, “can we finish this meal without all of your fantasies about this new guy?”
“Wait,” Lucca points his fork at Willow. “Are you talking about Cormac MacTavish?”
“Yes,” she said, “and the man knows his way around a Staccato 2011 CS, too. You should have seen him on the firing range.”
“Cormac MacTavish?” Konstantin said, “The man who took down an armed bunker with thirty-six men to rescue thosehostages from his uncle’s syndicate in Edinburgh? He’s teaching here?”
“If I didn’t know better,” Meiying winked at Tati and me, “I would think our guys here are in the throes of a hardcore boy crush.”
“Are you kidding?” Jun grunts, “I’m not into guys and I’d still let him do me. MacTavish is a fucking legend.”
The rest of the meal centers all the rumors around the new Scottish firearms instructor and it gives me a chance to watch Konstantin covertly. He’s very tall, like his dad, heavily muscled but moves fast in a fight, oddly graceful. He’s got that pouty-lipped “I don’t give a shit what you think of me” look. And now I know he’s incredible in bed. I really wish I didn’t know that because it just makes me hate him that much more. I may not have Athena’s experience with men, but I know that time with Kon was off-the-charts amazing.
Was it me? Ihatethis insecurity, but I can’t stop it. It was my first time, was I terrible? Did my breath smell? Are my breasts too small, or-
This is ridiculous. I am not this needy person.
Digging angrily into my Shepard’s Pie, I resolve to get through this year and then I’ll never have to see this asshole on this campus again, and…O Gospodi,oh my god, would that mean my time is over here, too? Do I have to leave, just because he graduated? Giving up on my food, I fake an excuse about being tired and head back to my room.
Konstantin…
Watching Mariya leave the dining hall is an exercise in self-control. She’s trying to hide it, but it’s obvious she’s upset. I should be solving any problem that affects her, like my father does for my mother. However, it’s very likely that I am the problem, so I try to force myself to concentrate on the conversation, which is focusing on Jun’s love life.
