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He frowned and looked down at his drink, and when he brought his eyes back to mine there was a resoluteness to his gaze. He’d started forward, like he was going to come over, when a hand clapped down on his shoulder.
Professor King, or simply King, as we all referred to him, was a tall, dark, imposing man who seemed to have it out for all of us, but right now he looked anything but hostile as he greeted the object of my attention.
Wait, were those two…friends? No way. King couldn’t possibly have any friends—he was too busy torturing his students to know what fun was. And Archer—Mr. Carrington—had more personality in his pinky than King possessed in his entire body.
But they sure were talking to each other like they were more than mere acquaintances.
I scrunched my nose in distaste, because Mr. Carrington shouldn’t be wasting his time on someone like King.
“You gonna keep staring, or did you want to go jump his bones?” Travis’s voice knocked me out of my stupor, and I looked over to see a moronic grin on his face.
“Sure,” I said, swallowing as I set my drink back down. “With King right there?”
“Hey, you never know. King might join in if you ask him nicely.”
“Do I look like I have a death wish?”
“No, but obviously Daddy Archer is here for something, and it’s not yooou.”
“Daddy Archer? I don’t think so.”
“Okay then, what do you call him in your fuck fantasies? DILF Archer?”
“Ew, that’s even worse.” My eyes shifted back to the two men over at the coffee bar and trailed down Mr. Carrington’s tall frame.
“What about FILTH Carrington?”
My head snapped around until we were practically nose to nose, and a shit-eating grin curved Travis’s lips.
“FILTH?”
“Yeah, Father I’d Like to Hit.”
Huh. Archer “Filth” Carrington. Now that was something I could get behind…literally.
“You like that one.” Travis nodded as we looked back at the men, and I had to admit, Ididlike it a whole lot.
What Ididn’tlike was how close King was standing next to Mr. Carrington.
“God, you’re not even trying to hide the dreamy eyes over there. You’re lucky it’s just me sitting here and not one of the other guys, or you’d have some explaining to do.”
“Oh gimme a break,” I said, ignoring the heat in my face and doing my best tonotlook in Mr. Carrington’s direction. “I just thought maybe he’d want to come over here and talk about the information he gave me at his office the other night.”
Travis’s brows shot up. “You went to his office? At night? Alone?”
“Nothing happened. I’m helping out with?—”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m aware of your do-gooder shit, but this? This is juicy. And absolutely fucked, which is more a me thing than a you thing, so let me give you a piece of advice I wouldn’t give anyone else: no.”
I frowned. “No?”
“No.” His voice was firm and not at all what I expected from a guy who wanted to stir shit up for a headline.
“I know, I know. It’s too complicated. That doesn’t mean I can’t look. But thanks for the uncalled-for advice.”
“I get it. Daddy Filth is totally fuckable.”
“No shit. I’ve been trying not to look at him for years.”
