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He's assessing me, and I can't help but think I've disappointed him somehow. Chris walks over to me, making me bump into the desk. That doesn't stop him, though. No, he crowds me and growls.
"Tomorrow, you are to start your work-study program. I expect you to be in my office at two p.m. sharp."
My brain short circuits as he puts his right hand on my face. "Y-your office?"
"That's what I said." I nervously lick my lips, and he smirks as he lowers his head. "And buttercup, I suggest you don't be late. I will not tolerate tardiness."
One minute, he's an inch from my lips. The next, he's out the door, and I don't like that. I want him back in my space, which is baffling because he's scary and dominating. The need to talk to someone about this is driving me crazy. I fall to the desk chair and tremble as I pick up my phone and send a text to Tia.
Me:Hey, where are you?
Tia:Driving back to the apartment.
Me:Why so late?
Tia:Coach had me running for hours.
Me:That’s brutal. You want to go get pizza tomorrow?
I send her an emoji of a big smile and a pizza slice. She can never resist pizza.
Tia:I can’t. She’s put me on an extensive training schedule.
Me: Oh no!
This is not good. I want to tell her she should skip it, but I won't. Instead, I send her a bunch of crying emojis.
I know I can't tell her. Not when she already has so much on her plate. Sighing, I take a deep breath and reel in my thoughts. Chris is magnetic, and I want to be within his presence, but I'm not sure I could handle him.
Chapter Four
Goddamn,I'mgoingtofucking hell. I shouldn't have touched her. And I sure as hell shouldn't have put cameras in her dorm hallway or her dorm with an ensuite. But I did. And I'm not taking it back. The way she defied—no, the way shechallenged—me…fuck. I straighten my cock in my slacks and bang my hand against the side of the wall.
The only damn reason I want her is because I want to make David pay. I'm an asshole, but it's important that I get this going. To control Jasmine will be the ultimate slap in David's face. She's as innocent as they come, but I don't give a fuck.
Walking along the side of the building, I realize there's no damn light leading to the woods or the parking lot. That is unacceptable. I call the maintenance department and demand they get this shit fixed immediately. I have a feeling that Jazz will walk in the woods. She seems like she enjoys being a part of nature as much as she can be.
Or she will be when I decide to fuck her out there against the oldest tree on campus and send that video to her mother and David. Taking the path back to the administration building, I find it peaceful right now. Tomorrow will be another story. All the students will be here, and I'll have to deal with the headache of being the Dean of Education.
Two o'clock comes and goes. My patience has boiled over to anger as I see Jasmine running into the building. Her black leggings accent her big hips. The top she has paired with it is too big for her. How the fuck is she wearing long sleeves in this heat?
"You're late," I say as I let her in my office and slam the door.
She simply smiles at me and sits down in front of my desk like it's all fine and dandy. As I walk to sit down, my mind is racing as I take in her appearance. Her long, dark hair is down and braided to one side. She doesn’t have even a drop of makeup on. She's beautiful without it.
"Do you have anything to say about your tardiness?" I don't go to my seat. Instead, I walk to the side of the desk she's sitting at and lean up against it.
"Class ran late." Her left shoulder raises in a shrug, and the urge to take her over my knee is strong.
That's a lie. I've got eyes and ears everywhere, but I can't exactly tell Jasmine this. "I see. And you thought being thirty minutes tardy was appropriate?"
She was talking with another student, setting up a study group, but that doesn't matter. Manners are important. I guess I'm going to have to have to teach her that.
"It's the first day of class, I wanted to set up a study group for those who needed it." Those cute little glasses have fallen halfway down her nose to where I can see her pretty brown eyes. "I didn't mean to run so late."
If I were a nice person, I would accept her word and let her get to work. But I'm far from nice. "You'll have to stay thirty minutes late to make up the time. For now, stand up."
Don't do it, Chris.I try to reason with myself, but it's too late. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl over to the bookshelf."
