I look at him, indignant. “What is your problem? Are you threatening me?”
He watches me, the expression on his face almost thoughtful. “You really do hide all that fire beneath your prim little persona. I like it.”
My jaw tightens.
“And yes, it would seem I am perfectly capable of resorting to threats when I want something.” His expression remains perfectly calm. “How dreadful.”
I summon every ounce of patience I have left.
“Look,” I begin, lowering my voice, “we slept together. Get over it. It’s not happening again.Ever.”
I gesture vaguely between us. “First of all, you are my professor, which I am fairly certain violates several policies regarding… this. And second, I just… can’t.”
“And why is that? Do tell.”
“Because,” I say, growing more exasperated, “I simply can’t. Nor do I want to.”
He takes another step towards me, so close that I feel his breath on my skin before he bends down and captures my lips in a hard, possessive kiss.
For a second, I am too stunned by the suddenness of it to react, but just as quickly, everything else disappears.
His tongue tangles with mine as his hand grips the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wants me.
Then he pulls away just as abruptly, leaving me slightly dizzy.
“Liar,” he growls. “I would wager my entire fortune that, if I slipped my hand beneath that tiny dress of yours, I would find you dripping for me.”
He presses another kiss to my lips.
“Be there. Seven sharp.”
I stare at him for a moment longer, trying to read something, anything, from his face, but the man gives nothing away.
His expression remains impossibly blank.
What he wants from me, I have no idea. But whatever it is, I should steer clear of it.
Because he and I are impossible.
I turn abruptly, grab my bag from the desk, and leave the classroom.
The moment I step into the corridor, my phone vibrates with a new message.
Don’t forget. I always have my eyes on you.
I swallow around the knot in my throat, refusing to let the tears gathering in my eyes fall.
Straightening my spine, I shove my phone into my bag and remind myself why.
This.
This is exactly why I can’t entertain any of this. Why he and I were doomed before we ever had the chance to begin.
Losing my virginity to Hunter was a catastrophic lapse in judgement.
It doesn’t matter how right it felt in his arms, or the way he makes my body betray every sensible thought in my head.
It should never have been him.
