AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’m sure,” I say tightly. “Can I—”
“Stay here, I’ll get him.” She starts to turn. But then she glances back at me and shakes her head. “You’re sure about this?”
“Pardon me?”
She chuckles as her eyes slide up and down over me, like she’s sizing me up. Her lips smirk.
“Oh, hon,” she shakes her head and gives me a faux-sympathetic look. “Just remember, you had the chance to run, and didn’t.”
She shuts the door. I stand there in the pouring rain, blinking and trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
The minutes tick by. After about five of them, I realize I’m being pranked, or hazed or something. Yeah, screw this. I can tutor anyone. But I don’t need to deal with this mean-girl shit.
As I start to turn to head back home, though, I hear the door creak. I roll my eyes, ready to give miss Ice Queen the finger. Slowly, I turn with the sneer on my lip as the door swings open.
And then my heart stops beating for a second.
Suddenly, I’m face-to-face with The Wolf himself.
The dark hair, the piercing green eyes. The dark, menacing look on his perfectly chiseled face. My eyes drop, and I blush.
He’s also shirtless. Shirtless, and… built. And tattooed to hell and back. My face burns as my eyes drink in the broad, muscled shoulders, the lines of his photoshop-perfect chest and abs, and the grooves of his hips diving into the waist of his black jeans.
I slowly drag my eyes up to his stern but slightly amused face. And I tremble.
Ilya Volkov is stunning. And terrifying. And gorgeous. And dangerous looking. His hair is both tussled and perfect. Those almost supernatural green eyes pierce into my very soul. There’s a smug smirk on his perfect lips, and what looks and smells like a spliff dangling from them.
He leans against the doorframe holding a crystal tumbler with what looks like whiskey or scotch in it. His cold, amused gaze sweeps over me.
I shiver under it.
“Well?” He growls—growls, literally. Like a… well, like a wolf.
I frown. “Well… what?”
His smirk deepens. “Well are we doing this outside in the rain or in my room?”
“I… uh, your room would be good?”
He chuckles darkly. I glance past him at the raging party going on.
“Look, if you’re in the middle of something, I can always come back later—”
“I’m ready right now.” He shrugs, his eyes never blinking or leaving mine. “We could go right there on the floor in the middle of it, if an audience is your thing.”
I frown in confusion. “I’m sorry, do you know who I am?”
He shrugs. “I know what you want, and that works for me just fine.”
My frown deepens. “You know what I—” I shake my head. “I’m Tenley.”
“And I’ve got things to do, Tenley,” he grunts thinly. “So if it’s a shag you’re so desperate for, why don’t you turn around, lift that skirt, and say please.”
My mouth falls open, and Istareat him. “Excuse me?!”
His lips grin; the spliff still dangling from them as smoke curls around his piercing green eyes.
“I said to be sure you saidplease—”
