“Pretty.” She shakes her head like she’s trying to clear the fog of lust. “What? Who said that? Not me. Sorry.”
Did I read her reaction wrong? I know it’s been a while since she’s seen me shirtless at the club, but I could have sworn she recognized my ink.
She turns back to paint, and I pull my cell out of my pocket and fake a call. When she looks at me, I motion that I’m leaving and walk away like the fucking coward I am.
CHAPTER 30
EMMA
At this point I’m nearly convinced that Professor A-hole is Daddy Dom. But how can that be? Could he have been in front of me this whole time? Or am I just wishing it was true because of my dirty dream about both the other night?
The walk across campus is short, my legs move quickly carrying me away from the theatre as my mind races with thoughts.
It would explain why Daddy Dom pulled back right after we met; I showed up in his class. And he never revealed who he was that first year because he was my teacher. There had to be rules against that.
His rules.
Oh my God, it makes so much more sense now. He was such an A-hole because he had to be, to protect himself. But why would he end things with me once I was no longer his student?
He started being so nice to me this past year. Was that his way of showing me the real him without the mask?
It would make sense if my professor was Daddy Dom, but Ineed to know for sure. Once I’m inside my apartment, I grab my phone and pull up our text thread.
I think there’s someone in my apartment.
Where are you right now?
Locked in my room.
I’m scared. Can you come over?
On my way.
Come to my window. I’ll let you in.
It should feel wrong to lie to him. If it is Professor A-hole, he’ll be here in minutes.
There’s a knock on my window shortly after and I open it quickly, helping him as he climbs in. He’s dressed in black, his hood pulled tight around his mask.
“You got here fast. I thought you were in the city.”
“I came as quickly as I could. Have you checked out the rest of the apartment? Where did you hear the noise?” He walks to the door, ready to investigate.
“I lied.”
He freezes, and I can see his shoulders and back expand with each breath. Slowly his head turns to me over his shoulder.
My heart is racing as I take a step toward him, pulling his arm and forcing him to turn toward me. “You’re wearing a Faith Union hoodie.” I point to the university logo. There’s only one reason why my masked dom would be wearing a hoodie for my school.
He unzips it slowly, tossing it to the ground as he bears his naked torso to me. I take another step toward him and reach out to trace the design of one of the tattoos on his chest. It’s askull with a crown on it. I’ve seen it a half dozen times, but it looks oddly familiar now.
My eyes travel lower, noticing the other ink on his abdomen. The ink that Professor A-hole flashed in the scene shop earlier. My gaze slowly travels back up his chest as he grabs my wrist, guiding me as I trace the outline of the skull, and I watch as goosebumps pebble his flesh at my touch.
“It’s inspired byHamlet,” he says. My heart is beating wildly in my chest, and electricity and lust courses through me at his words.
The Faith Union hoodie.
TheHamlettattoo.
