He didn’t step back, but his rough exhale assured me my move affected him. “Seriously, Professor, how important it is to go to your class or whatever shit you’re heading to on time?”
Crucial. I left everything behind to finally have my revenge after nine years of humiliation. “You can get me to the university in ten minutes?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned forward, took a long breath and exhaled it at my ear. “Only if you hold on real tight.” His rough voice dropped to a soft, husky notch that threatened to spontaneously combust my body.
My breath caught. An intense craving for the feel of his strong body on mine perplexed me. I froze for a second, the thought of him pushing into me hard and unyielding dominant.
I cleared my throat, no rational thoughts in my head anymore, and turned to open the trunk. Well, I had one rational thought left; I couldn’t ride a bike dressed like that.
Opening the one suitcase I’d packed, I could feel Slasher’s eyes all over my ass. I bet the others were ogling me, too. My heart beat faster, adrenaline spiking up through my limbs. I found a pair of black leggings, got them out and zipped the bag closed.
“A sensible person after all, Professor,” he said with the same panty-melting tone. “Jeans would be better, though.”
I evened my breath as I spun. “Jeans won’t fit under the skirt.” I bent over, sliding a heel off my feet. Almost pressed into his pants, my face was at the level of his… Holy crap.
I glanced up, and he tilted his head, raising a brow, smirking. I wanted to scream, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Wait… Why should I be embarrassed? Blatantly, his disciples and he were stripping me with their eyes. I, accidently, stared at his…huge dick. So what?
Straightening up, I threw him a daring look that set him smiling wider. I gestured for him to back away. “Could you give me some room to put these on?”
He took one step back.
“Seriously? A little farther back, please. And turn around.”
“Why? You wanna check my ass out, too?” He winked at me, his boys laughing, and turned. “You can just ask.”
My jaw fell for a second. But then I was biting my lip on a smile and checking out that ass. Oh my God. What was this man made of?
Okay, now I was really embarrassed.
My stomach fluttered as I jumped into my leggings. I fit them up to my stomach, and smoothed the skirt back over them. “I’m done.”
“Already?” He faced me. “Was it to your liking, Professor?”
Heat scorched me from the cheeks to the armpits. God, I didn’t need to be sweating now. I needed to smell nice when I was about to be hugging this hotness on wheels for the next ten minutes. “I only told you to turn around so you wouldn’t look at my legs…and when I said I was done, I meant…I was ready to go.”
“If you say so.” He winked at me again. “Grab your things and hop on.”
I moved around the car and got my purse and laptop tote. Then I locked the Ford. “Do you happen to have a garage?”
“We do.” He pointed to his left at the biker with beard—the one who wanted me to spank him. “This is Inferno, by the way. He will be taking care of your car.”
“And I’m Mad Dog,” the blond one said.
“Terror,” the last of them introduced himself.
Inferno smiled at me with mischief. “If you give me your home address, I’ll bring the Ford back to you myself.”
I rolled my eyes. “Your garage address will suffice. I’ll come by when I’m done with the interview. I’m going to need my suitcase.”
Slasher handed me a card. “Here.”
A graphic of a motorcycle with fire coming out of it centered the card, and Blood Demons Automotive was written under it along with the address and contacts. It was only two blocks from my parents’ house. Perfect.
Slasher took my things to stow them on his bike. “So you’re going to teach at our university?”
“Our? You go there?” I scoffed.
“I do,” Mad Dog said.
