Yet I still find myself nodding.
He turns and walks back towards his desk, and I reluctantly follow after him.
Leaning against the edge of it, he folds his arms over his chest and looks at me.
Then his focus moves past me towards the back of the room.
“Did you forget something? Class is over. Leave.”
I hear hurried footsteps behind me, followed by the sound of the door closing.
Then his attention returns to me.
I clear my throat. “What exactly did you need me for… professor?”
His expression darkens slightly before that familiar sly smile appears again.
It is strange, really.
I wouldn’t exactly call it a smile. The man looks so serious… so impossibly stoic, yet there is that slight tilt of his mouth, the dimple that appears in his cheek.
So perhaps it is a smile after all. Just not one most people have.
I immediately cringe at my own wording because it sounds almost… flirtatious.
And I don’t flirt.
Well.
Apparently, I do.
“I want to know why, when I woke the next morning, you were no longer in my bed.”
“You don’t strike me as the clingy type, professor. It was a one night stand. I suggest you get over it.”
“And you hardly seem the mouthy type, Miss Ashthorne. Looks can be remarkably misleading.”
He straightens before taking a step into my space. The scent of his expensive cologne wraps around me and, for one humiliating second, I swear my knees weaken beneath me.
His fingers brush a strand of hair behind my ear as he bends slightly.
“I want a repeat. And something you should know about me, is that I always get what I want.”
“I suppose I shall have to prove you wrong.”
“You are welcome to try. But you will fail.”
He straightens before smoothing an invisible crease from the sleeve of his suit.
“1111,” he says simply.
“I fail to see why you are telling me that.”
“Be there at seven.”
I begin shaking my head, but he stops me before I can speak.
“And if you are not…” His eyes darken. “I may have to resort to other methods of ensuring your cooperation.”
