…you will answer when I call…
But he hasn’t called. And now he’s acting like I don’t exist.
“Time’s up,” my professor says.
I know he can see me, but he acts like I’m invisible. Students line up to hand in their essays before streaming over to the door. I move aside for them, flattening myself against the wall.
Watching him. Waiting for him to say something—fucking anything.
Bastian stays at his desk, sorting through the stack of blue books with an expression of profound disinterest until the room finally empties.
He doesn’t look up. “Need something, Miss Lee?”
I don’t know why I can’t stop myself storming over to his desk. Why I can’t stop the words spilling out of my mouth.
“You haven’t called.”
He sets down the book he was holding. When he looks at me, there’s nothing in his eyes. Even when that dark gaze dips to my mouth, there’s no heat. No hunger.
Just…nothing.
“And?”
“In the woods,” I blurt out. “You said?—”
“I remember what I said.”
“Then why?—”
“Because I have no need for your desperate little cunt.”
My face burns with shame.
I should be furious.
Should tell him to go fuck himself.
Should storm out and never look back.
Instead, I’m pressing my thighs together, trying to ease the sudden treacherous ache between them.
What is wrong with me?
He gets to his feet and comes to stand beside me. I don’t dare look up at him until he speaks in a low, dangerous rumble. When those first words leave his lips, my eyes are drawn to his like a magnet.
“The next time I want to sink my cock into some pathetic trailer park whore, I will give you a call. Until then, Miss Lee, that closeted simp in the hall will have to keep you company.”
Bastian’s gaze rakes over my face like he’s taking note of my flushed cheeks, my wild eyes, my trembling lips.
I don’t trust myself to speak, or my legs to carry me.
But I can’t stay here, either.
I force myself out into the hall. When I see Kai leaning against the wall across from Room 102 looking like he’s beencounting every second of the past two hours, I nearly collapse with relief.
“Hey.” He pushes off the wall when he sees me. “How’d it go?”
Terrible. Confusing.
