“Are you done looking, Miss Onyx?” Vitra asked.
Was I really that obvious? “Yeah, I’m done.”
He turned to face me and leaned back against the desk. “You’ve probably heard that Constance and I are not exclusive in our relationship. Maybe that gave you certain…ideas and…expectations. But you should also know that I don’t fuck my students. It is prohibited by the Coterie, but even if it weren’t, I have a strict policy not to bring my work home with me.”
The way he saidfuck, with such intent, sent a stab of unwanted desire through me. Vitra was like blessed rain after a drought, and my body ached to satiate its thirst.
But like Fel would I let him see it. Last night in his quarters had been a moment of weakness that I couldn’t repeat.
“You think I want to sleep with you?” Despite my resolve, the rasp in my voice betrayed me. I bit back a wince. “I don’t.”
“Liar.”
He smiled thinly and crossed his arms, causing his shirt to stretch and smooth over his muscle-rounded shoulders. What would it feel like to dig my nails into him, to grip him hard as he thrust inside?—
Whoa. No. Bad, Anamaya!
“I saw it in your eyes last night,” he continued. “And I see it now.”
Clearly, I’d have to work on my body language, but like Fel was I letting him put last night solely on me. “The look inyoureyes wasn’t exactly innocent either.”
“A momentary lapse, because, you see, I have a weakness for women wearing my clothes.” His tongue flicked out to lick at the corner of his mouth. “Makes me want to tear them off.”
The breath exploded from my lips. What was he doing to me?
He inhaled and closed his eyes for a beat. “And there it is. The unmistakable scent of arousal.”
Oh shit. “So what? You’re attractive, and I have eyes and hormones. It’s natural. It doesn’t mean I want tofuckyou.” Yeah, I could use the ‘F’ word too. “Besides, I already told you, arrogance is a huge turnoff for me.”
“Your scent says different.”
“Whatever.” I gathered my stuff, shoving it all hastily into my bag, and headed for the exit. “Bye.”
I slammed the door behind me, wincing as his sexy chuckle followed me.
Whatever? Bye? Bye! That was the best I could do as a parting line?Gah!
Yash Vitra had a hard-on for me, despite his assertions otherwise. Student-teacher liaisons may be prohibited by the Coterie, but if I’d read him right, he’d toy with me like a mouse since he couldn’t claim me.
People tended to get attached to their toys, so I’d let him play, and when the time came, I would use the connection to my advantage. Nofuckingrequired.
Perfect.
CHAPTER 27
When the fabric between worlds thins, doorways can form in the unlikeliest of places.
THE COSMOLOGIST
The bathrooms in the Main Building had marble-tiled floors and plush velvet benches. A bank of mirrors made up the wall above the fancy sinks with copper taps. I was supposed to meet the Unwoven in the dining hall, but I needed a moment to compose myself.
Damn Vitra and his sex appeal.
Maybe it was a naga thing.
I really needed to do some research about the supernal to figure out the full extent of his powers.
I splashed cool water on my face, then studied my reflection. Dammit, I still looked flushed.
