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“No.” He walks in and smiles, suddenly understanding what I’m doing. It’s why he’s my right-hand man.
“Thank you.” I nod and stand, pointing at where he exited. “That is what I’m talking about. I’ve seen you with Ms. Carter, and I know you’re in a frat. Which is fine, just not the dedication that I seek in a new team member.” His face turns red as he stands.
“Are you really saying no? You can’t be serious?” He looks around as if the room can help him.
“Do you understand who my dad is?” he snaps, looking like he might throw himself on the floor and have a tantrum.
And this is what I’m talking about. I literally have zero patience for people like him. He thinks the world owes him everything. I think the world comes to those who work for it.
My lip twitches. “I knowexactlywho your father is, which is why I’m speaking with you. If he has questions, I’ll inform him what you said.” I glance at my phone.
“What? I said nothing. You did all the talking.” His voice rises. “Look, I don’t have a girlfriend, and so what if I’m in a fraternity?”
His phone starts vibrating again. “This is unfair, Dean Powers. I know you think that you are like a god around here, but my dad is on the board. You have to—” He brings his phone out of his pocket, pointing it at me, and I’m done.
“I’m gonna stop you before you say something you might regret.” My voice is full of warning as he swallows, the realization that he just hung himself dawning on him as I stand, a good head taller.
“Whatever. I’ll let my dad know.” He shakes his head. “Thanks for meeting with me.” Setting his phone down, he jerks his backpack off the back of the chair.
And there on his phone is a picture of Alexandrea laughing, holding her hand up at the camera. He reaches down for his phone and storms out as I force myself not to grab him and demand the truth.
Jesus Christ, if he’s been inside her? I open and close my fist.
“Everything okay, Dean?” Josh walks in and frowns, looking at me, then over at Jordan’s retreating back.
“I know, he’s a tool. Dean Patrick called while you were talking to—” I hold up my hand.
“Handle everything. I don’t want to be disturbed.” I walk past his surprised face and head downstairs, pausing to shoot off a text.
ME: My office NOW
I don’t wait for her response before I pocket my phone. She’ll come because I own her cunt. She can fight it, pretend she doesn’t want it, even fuck other men, but at the end of today, there will be no confusion. My dick is so hard I have to adjust myself before I unlock my office, ignoring all the greetings from students as I walk in and wait, like a snake curling up and readying for its prey. I need to calm my mind. She should not matter, and had I not left town, maybe we could have run our course, and I wouldn’t be ready to put my fist through a wall.
Fuck, get your shit together.My hands curl around the sides of my wooden desk as I fight this primal caveman feeling.
My eyes narrow and I straighten, looking at my phone vibrating on my desk.
She’s here.
Adrenaline spikes through me. I’m not in control, not at all. She taps on the door. I should tell her to go away.
“Hello?” She pokes her head in, and her eyes find mine.
Time, space, all of it stops as we stare at each other.
This is wrong. She’s my student. I despise this pull, this force that seems to be connecting us. She must feel it also, or she sees the violence in my eyes, because for a split second I can see it in her eyes that she wants to run. She should. Nothing good can come of this. Instead, she straightens her shoulders and enters, shutting the door to lean against it.
“Lock it,” I snap, barely holding my anger in check. It might be irrational, but I don’t care. My eyes travel up and down her form. She’s in a cute black dress and white Converse high-tops.
“Now.” My voice holds no room for negotiation.
She licks her puffy lips and pushes off the wall to lock the door.
“We’re all normal,” she snips, putting her hands on her hips.
I walk toward her. “Are we?” I murmur, lifting her chin. Jesus Christ, she’s truly stunning. Her cheeks are flushed with a healthy glow, green eyes sparkling, and for a second, I look at her as my hands tighten on her chin.
“Did you let Jordan touch you?”
