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Annoyed, I glanced behind me, looking for a different seat. But the nearest one was all the way at the top. Did I want to get a reaction from Professor Vaughn enough to deal with Mr. Not Enough Brain Cells?
He leaned toward me, invading my personal space. “Come on, smart girl. Tell me what it means.”
“Mr. Morris,” a dark voice barked, making the baseball player jolt. “Nice to see you managed to make it to class for once.”
Gritting his teeth, he sat up straighter before turning his head to face Professor Vaughn. “I had extra incentive today.”
“Finally passing this course and getting your degree obviously wasn’t enough of one.” Professor Vaughn placed his messenger bag on the desk beside the podium. “From my recollection, you didn’t seem to be able to pass it… How many times has it been? Three?”
“Two,” Morris snapped, his ears turning blood red with embarrassment. “This is only the second time. Miller was a dick, though. That’s why he failed me.”
Professor Vaughn nodded, mockingly contrite. “Right. My mistake. Guess I’m a dick too. Well, you know what they say. Third time’s the charm. I’m sure you will have better luck next year. Maybe you will catch me in a good mood, and I won’t be such a dick then.” Half the class choked on a laugh, causing the red of Morris’s ears to spread down his neck. “Perhaps you’ll even graduate.”
The professor’s eyes flicked my way, those brown orbs barely grazing over me, but I felt it like a caress. My body heated, an empty sensation filling my core before clenching. That slight ache that had been there when I’d woken up that morning lingered, reminding me of how I’d begged him to give me his tip in my dream. Wetness flooded between my legs, my panties ruined. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, desperately wishing I’d worn jeans instead of the tiny skirt.
His gaze only brushed over me for a moment before he turned it back to the guy beside me. “Get out.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
vaughn
Blood red veiled my eyes as I narrowed them on the motherfucker who had dared get too close to my wildfire. I’d seen him and his friends that morning, harassing her and my sister. I’d made a mental note of each one of them to deal with later.
Morris was somewhere in the middle of the list, but as soon as I’d walked into the classroom and seen him leering at what was mine, I’d moved him to the top. He was now on borrowed time, his life-span narrowed to how many breaths he could get in before I cut his heart from his chest.
Maybe I’d carve out his liver while he was still alive, as Samara had teased him and his shitty friends only hours before. Would my dear sister appreciate the effort I took to torture someone who had displeased her?
I’d have to ask her one day.
It was a struggle to keep from pulling my switchblade and gutting the sonofabitch right where he sat. It wasn’t the full room that stopped me, but the thought of upsetting Abi. Not only that, but there was the risk I would get his vile blood on her.
Unacceptable.
Even a drop of the foul liquid touching her precious skin was abhorrent to me. But if Morris didn’t get out of my sight soon, I wouldn’t be able to contain the need to rip his tongue from his head for speaking to my sweet girl. If I had seen fear on her face, Morris would already be dead, no matter how much I disliked killing in front of her. Instead, I saw only annoyance when she looked at him, disgust.
It displeased me.
Abi should only ever smile.
“What did you say?” Morris asked, his ruddy face showing his incomprehension.
“Did I not speak loudly enough, or did you suddenly stop understanding English?” I slowly tilted my head to the left, my rage burning higher the longer he sat there. Too close to her. Breathing the same air as her. Unworthy of being in her presence. “Get out of my classroom.”
“But—”
“Now!” I roared. When I saw Abi startle, I nearly fell to my knees before her to beg her to forgive my raised voice.
I got two steps in her direction before Morris jumped to his feet, cursing me under his breath as he passed. He attempted to shoulder check me, but I moved aside before he could touch me. He stumbled before he righted himself, causing most of the class to laugh.
Distress filled Abi’s pretty blue eyes, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she kept her gaze on me. The slamming of the door, signaling Morris’s departure, caused her to flinch.
Inhaling slowly to temper my urge to touch her, I stuffed my hands into my pockets and leaned back against the podium. Scanning the room, I barely took in the other students, doing nothing more than making sure no one else was a threat to Abi’s safety before starting my lecture.
Assuming the role of a professor hadn’t been hard. I was a chameleon, able to blend in and take on any job that was required. Daria and Polina had spared no expense when it came to my education as a child. I’d had the equivalent of a master’s degree in bioengineering by the time I was fifteen. Playing a history professor for a short time was child’s play.
As I discussed the current chapter they should have already reviewed, my eyes covertly drifted to Abi. Her deep, flame-red hair was draped over her shoulders, the curled ends pulling my attention to the low V of her top. She was wearing a bra that pushed her tits up higher, giving me a delicious glimpse of round globes. Her skirt barely covered her upper thighs when she was sitting. Each time she shifted her legs, I caught a flash of her white panties.
My hands balled into fists inside my pockets, fighting the urge to touch her. She was teasing me. I could see the mischief glittering in her eyes when she caught my gaze. Her face filled with pleasure every time she noticed that I was unable to tear my eyes away.
