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I may indeed be just a few years older than Micah, but I feel like there’s at least a decade between us, especially when I look at his beautiful, young face. I can’t believe I acted so shamelessly in front of him last night, displaying my pussy for his camera. I made a fucking fool of myself. I clench my teeth, trying to put it all out of my head.
“If you still want to use me for your plans, you need to come up with something fast, Romano.” I kill the call, delete it from the phone memory, and throw it back into the upper drawer.
Then, with a deep breath, I pick up my notes and make my way downstairs to class.
CHAPTER V
Eva
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IT’S HARD TO EVEN WALK down the hallway with all the judging eyes trailing after me. I walk faster, my back straighter, my chin up. By the time I reach the amphitheater-shaped lecture hall, I’m as stiff as a plank of wood.
But if Micah didn’t come to ambush me in my office and shove his cock down my throat, then maybe he’s off my back for the day. Still, my students’ gazes sear my skin. At least half of them must know about Micah’s display of possession in the cafeteria by now.
“So, Nietzsche. Our dear ole nihilist.” I take my place behind the lectern on the dais and light up the screen behind me with the presentation I painstakingly managed to prepare. “I’ve never made it a secret that he’s not my favorite, but that doesn’t deny his absolute genius, which I’m sure you have prepared to defend today. Now, let’s see how many Zarathustra fans we have here.”
A few students raise their hands, and I let them talk one by one. Within minutes, I’ve heard a number of interesting theories about the inestimable worth of Zarathustra’s teachings, most of them valid, as more and more people become confident enough to add to the discussion. We get talking about Nietzsche's famous übermensch and what could take God’s place and become the foundation of morality.
“...Nietzsche’s position as a nihilist is often misunderstood because—” my talk is cut short when the door opens and none other than Micah Royales walks into the hall with Carlton and Damon in tow, but the other two expertly keep in his shadow as they slide into one of the back rows.
“—because many misunderstand what he means when he says that God is dead. What would you say is the subtlety they miss?”
“Hardly a subtlety,” Micah’s intoxicating baritone fills the hall, shrinking my entire world around it. “It’s nothing but an exercise in logic. If God were the meaning of human existence, then human existence would have no meaning beyond God. Nietzsche wasn’t even the first great thinker who toyed with the idea of replacing God; he was just the most famous.”
Micah dominates the room, since all murmuring died down the moment he made his appearance. I’m pretty sure some of the girls have stopped breathing altogether.
“I didn’t know you were a philosophy aficionado, Mr. Royales,” I say, holding his gaze. I have to keep the upper hand here no matter what. The image I constructed for myself depends on it, and there’s no doubt this daredevil is here to stomp all over it.
But he’s the one sitting high up in one of the semicircular rows, looking down at me like I’m a character in an old Greek tragedy. He makes the high ground look like an unattainable luxury right now.
“Well, I’m just full of surprises.” A mocking grin puts dimples in that infuriatingly handsome face. “As are you. Who would have thought that Ms. Conformity Incarnate would come out as a rebel.”
I raise my eyebrows. “A rebel?”
“Mr. Nietzsche’s musings may have once been all the rage, but today he is mainstream. He’s a classic. For all intents and purposes, he represents conformity, and yet, here you are, challenging him.”
