The only person who doesn’t so much as blink is Wren. Not to his magic or the fucking nickname, thankfully.
I wonder if that has something to do with her being adud,and I make a note to look into that more.
I don’t care what she is; I just want her to be mine.
Moving around my desk, I go to the board to start my lecture, sending off a text with my back to them.
Give me a chance, please?
I hear her phone vibrate as I continue writing topics on the board, and I have to resist the urge to turn and see her face as she reads the text.
It’s not necessary, though, not when I feel her emotions as if they’re my own.
Her annoyance, sadness, hurt, and longing before it all disappears as she pushes her emotions aside, no doubt to focus on class.
Fuck.
I tuck the phone into my pocket, not wanting to look at the pitiful slew of messages I’ve sent over the last few weeks, all with no reply.
I know I can fix this; I just need her to let me in, to give me another chance.
When I turn to face the class and see her beautiful blues looking back at me, I know I need to get close to her, even if only as her professor for now.
Maybe if I can get her to trust me enough to open up about her problems, she will mentionus,and I can push her back to me or even confess.
What could go wrong?
I make it through class, giving them their individual projects to start on as I make my way around to see if everyone has got the gist of the assignment. I only make it to three tables before I’m stopped.
“Mr. Adler!” Rose leans over her desk, purposefully pushing her chest up as if that might entice me.
It’s almost worth losing my job to tell her that desperation doesn’t look good on anyone, but then again, I’ve got a new reason to keep it now. So instead of telling her what I really think, I bite back my annoyance and waste the next twenty minutes answering her stupid fake questions while she bats her eyes and tries to speak in a sultry husk that makes it sound like she’s a pack-a-day smoker.
I step back when she reaches out, attempting to run a finger down my arm.
“If you have any more questions, you can email me. I need to check on the rest of the class.” I walk away before she can reply, but I know she’s pouting; it’s what she does.
She’s so used to getting what she wants, no matter what it is. Like Julian, she’s important since she’s the first succubus to have the ability to fully shift in about one hundred years.
Most of the big families are looking to marry their sons to her, some even their daughters, and Rose lives for the attention.
She also lives to have everything she wants, which is why she’s so set on thinking she can have me. Her daddy sure tried, and had I still been under my father's thumb, I’m sure I’d be stuck with her. As if I needed another reason to be happy we left.
I move through the room and can hardly bite back the smile that pulls at my lips when not one other student stops me.
“Any questions?” I ask, stopping beside Wren.
I’m not the least bit surprised that she already seems to be flying through the assignment, but when she doesn’t seem to hear me, I can’t bring myself to walk away.
“Wren,” I say, clearing my throat, and feel bad when she flinches.
How am I so bad at this?
She looks up at me in question but doesn’t speak, and I repeat myself.
“Any questions?”
“No.”
