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The sick feeling in my stomach was why. The same feeling I’d had last night on the roof when I realized I’d fucked up by forgetting a pretty crucial detail. If Preston was feeling half of what I was, then I couldn’t let him spend hours beating himself up and cursing me to hell. He’d only get more pissed the longer the day went on. Hell, so would I.
Class was still in session for a few more minutes when I found his room number, and rather than make a scene, I waited outside the door.
If Benoit could see me now…
He’d give me so much shit. I’d have to conveniently leave this part out the next time we gossiped over drinks, otherwise I’d never hear the end of it.
I leaned back against the wall and crossed my arms, waiting out the time as patiently as I could manage. When the door opened suddenly, an onslaught of students appeared, and I straightened, feeling a rush of determination to fix what I’d inadvertently messed up.
The hall became crowded in a matter of seconds, but still Preston didn’t walk out the door.
Had he left for the day? Or worse, headed to my office?
Fuck it. I peered inside the lecture hall, where most of the students had already filed out—except for one.
Preston stood at the bottom of the stairs, nodding at something his professor was saying. I could only see the back of him, but it was just as beautiful and immaculate as the rest of him—camel-colored slacks, a wine-red ribbed sweater over a plaid button-down, his sleeves rolled up at the wrists. He filled out those preppy clothes with an understated sex appeal that made my cock ache.
Good, so he hasn’t left.I continued to watch, not wanting to interrupt and call his professor’s attention to me if I could help it. The second the older man walked toward a different exit and disappeared, I stepped into the doorway. Preston hadn’t noticed me yet as he shifted his bag onto his shoulder and headed up the stairs, but it didn’t take long before he looked up and his steps faltered. His whole body tensed, and there was no mistaking the look on his face—he wasn’t happy to see me. I knew right then it’d been a good idea to not put this off.
“What are you doing here?” he bit out.
“You’re not answering your phone.”
“So?”
“So we need to talk.”
He scoffed and shook his head, continuing up the stairs. I could tell he had every intention of walking out that door, so I reached behind me, pulling it shut.
He stopped, looking between me and the exit.
“The time for talking was before I found out you were seeing other people. For some reason, I was under the impression that while we were fucking, there wouldn’t be anyone else—Oh, wait. Wedidsay that.”
“I’m not seeing anyone else, and I sure as hell don’t have the time or desire to fuck anyone else.”
Preston narrowed his eyes. “But you made the time to come interrupt my day? It seems your priorities are backward, Mr. Carrington.”
He started up the stairs again, but I moved to the side, blocking him.
“Let me by,” he said flatly.
“No.”
“I’ll be late for my next class. Isn’t that one of your rules? No skipping school if I want the chance to be with you?” Sarcasm dripped from his tongue, and he rolled his eyes before moving to the side to pass me, but I was quicker, blocking him again.
“You don’t have a class.”
Preston angled back from me, narrowing his eyes. He was perceptive. Yes, that was one of the many attributes I was coming to admire about him. I’d just shown my hand and given him the upper one.
“You spoke to Serena?”
“Since you wouldn’t take my calls, that seemed like the best way to track you down.”
“Seems pretty underhanded, if you ask me.”
“Yeah, well, you weren’t answering me. So if going to my daughter to get your schedule is the only way to find you, then you can bet your ass I’m going to do it.”
“Don’t need to bet for it, Archer.” He leaned in close and whispered, “You already had it. Or did you forget?”
