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I don’t know what to say to that.
“Cameras on the table…” I shut my eyes tight.
“You slut,” Henry seethed. “You think I’d let you move to a new city, new job, and not keep an eye on you?” He shook his head. “And then to watch this fucker break into your house and plant these cameras, listening devices—”
They were both spying on me?
Just when I was starting to forgive Jacob…
“And then I learned he’s a student,” he continued.
He pressed a kiss to my lips, but I couldn’t fucking move. I didn’t react. I let him linger against my mouth until he was satisfied.
“You’re in some deep shit, Mel.”
I glared at him. “And you’re not? Or did you forget the restraining order?”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Where we’re going, no one will give a fuck about a restraining order. Now…” He looked me up and down. “I don’t think I need to remind you what I can share with the world if you don’t comply. I’m sure your employers—previous and current—would be interested to know how a professor seduced her student.”
The walls were closing in on me.
Why didn’t I let Jacob walk me in?
Why didn’t I stay at his house?
“They’re going to notice I’m gone.”
Jacob noticed.
But he didn’t think I was taken. Henry was too smart for that. Maybe it was because I left without a struggle. There was a broken lightbulb that should’ve been a clue—but it would’ve been the only clue.
“I am not going to disappear on you on purpose,” I tell him now.
He comes to stand in front of me, and his hand goes to the back of my neck.
“I know that,” he says.
“If I disappear, it’s because he—”
“I want to be able to find you wherever you go.” He eyes me, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “I want to be able to track you down…”
Willow and Aspen both mentioned their guys tracking them, with or without phones.
My heart skips.
“Okay,” I whisper.
His eyes light.
“Do it.”
He kisses me. The force of it takes my breath away, and he’s gone before I fully register—or react. He leaves me swaying in the middle of the room and pulls out something from a drawer. His expression might seem a little guilty, but I brush that off.
He would probably do this with or without my consent.
But Idoconsent, so we don’t need to find out.
“Where?” I ask.
