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He clears his throat loudly. “Alright everyone, settle down. I’m Professor Novak, this is my first year at RCA. I’ll be teaching you the riveting subject of International Business.” He says it like it’s anything but. “You should have the course syllabus on the desks in front of you. This week’s topic will be Globalization, starting with discussing how today’s modern financial systems came to be and then moving on to the resulting impact on societal development.” He sounds bored as he speaks, barely looking up from his screen. He’s a far cry from the charming, charismatic, captivating man I met in the bar that night. “First, I’ll start off by taking attendance. Please stand when I call you so I can put a face to the name.”
Oh, fuck.
I swallow thickly around the mass in my throat. I’m thirteen letters away from him discovering me and I have this sudden urge to hide.
But there is no escape from this, and I’m frozen in my chair as I hear him make his way down the alphabet. Every letter feels like taking a step closer to the edge of a cliff.
Simultaneously, my blood heats and my skin blushes. I have no idea what’s about to happen or how he’s going to react and the anticipation makes my heart palpitate in a way it hasn’t in a long time.
Except for that one night at the bar.
“Samsara Mahar.”
She stands and he looks up, his eyes searching for her. When he spots her, he nods.
She sits back down, her cheeks red, and I want to scrub the color off her face. To make her immune to him.
“Felix Masterson?”
“Here,” he answers, standing.
“Noted,” Tristan answers.
Can I even refer to him as ‘Tristan’ in my mind? There’s no way I can call him Professor Novak. Not when he was the first man to make me come, let alone two more times after that with barely any effort. He probably would have continued if I hadn’t snuck out.
It’s my turn to blush now.
“Nera Matsuoka?” He asks, and my eyes momentarily flutter closed.
I savor the way he says my name. I never imagined that’s something my body could react to, and so viscerally at that, but I’m suddenly assaulted by visions of him groaning my name against the shell of my ear as he thrusts into me.
“Nera,” Six hisses from beside me. “He called your name, you have to stand up.”
She elbows me and I jump to my feet, bumping loudly against the desk and sending my seat scraping against the ground behind me in the process.
“That’s me,” I say, and watch as his eyes slowly rise from his attendance sheet and stare straight into mine.
I hold my breath as I wait for him to react, but…
He doesn’t.
For a split second, I think I see his eyes narrow but his face doesn’t move. It must just a trick of the light.
Because his eyes travel over me like they have everyone who came before me – disinterestedly, as if he’d rather be doing quite literally anything else.
The same way he didn’t react when I’d walked up to him and asked him to sleep with me at the bar, he doesn’t react now. I don’t if it’s because he truly doesn’t recognize me or if he’s that good at hiding his reactions.
It’s only been two weeks. There’s no way he can have forgotten me so quickly, right?
Right?
Unless he’s brought a girl up to his penthouse every night since then. My stomach churns at the thought that maybe that’s his move. Sitting at the bar looking all mysterious to ensnare women, then seducing them and taking them up to his room.
“Nice to meet you,” he says, but he’s already looking back down at his paper.
Nice to meet you?
Howdare henot remember me? I’m suddenly angrier than I have been in a long time.
