Her bottom lip slips between her teeth for a moment, and my cock twitches.
“Halbertson changed my gradeafter a careful re-read,” she says tersely.
“Congratulations.”
Her fingers tighten on the books she’s got held to her chest like armor.
“He refused to give it a second look when I asked him before.”
I shrug. “Well, I’m glad he’s seen the error in his lapse of judgment.”
Yelena’s mouth thins again, her eyes flitting over me as she swallows.
“I didn’t ask you to?—”
“Not directly, no,” I murmur.
Her brows pinch. “Not inanyway.”
“You did.” My eyes lock with hers. “When you caught my attention.”
Her face flushes, heat creeping up her neck and staining her cheeks as she quickly looks at her feet.
“I—I wasn’t trying to,” she murmurs to the ground.
“Well, happy accidents, and all that.” I pat the stone next to me. “Sit.”
Her eyes snap to mine and narrow dangerously.
It’s this mix of meek and wild that I think gets me the most. She can be this slightly anxious, demure, shy girl, and then turn on a dime and glare at you like she’s about to stab you in the dick.
I’m…fascinatedby it, if you will.
She sits next to me, and that obedience following the flash of fury makes my dick swell a little harder.
A shiver tenses her shoulders as she sets her books on the bench next to her.
“I…I’m not who you think I am,” Yelena mutters.
“Really? Has anyone ever told you that you bear astrikingresemblance to Yelena De Luca?”
She hears my amused tone and shoots me a look. “Okay, I’m notwhatyou think I am.”
“And what do I think you are?”
Her fingers twist in her lap. “Someone who’s…you know…”
“No, I don’t.”
Yelena exhales heavily. “Intothosethings,” she says, her face getting redder.
I smile hungrily. “What things, specifically?”
That delightful scarlet stain creeps higher up her face.
“The sort of things you’re into,” she murmurs quietly.
“You’re not?”
