"W-What?" I'm trying to think straight, but this proximity isn't a good thing for me. My wolf is clawing inside me, desperate for the heat, out of need. I want his hands all over me, inside me.
"Who hired you?" Professor Morris demands. "My father? His assistant? How much did they pay you to spread your legs for me?"
Maybe it's the shock that lets me push away this cloud of arousal suffocating me.
I slip out from under his arm, backing away from him, "What the hell are you talking about? And I'm not some w***e!"
Professor Morris just scoffs, "Sure you're not. You expect me to believe it was just a coincidence that we met? That you didn't stage that scene last night-"
My hand is flying before I can stop myself, and when it makes contact with his cheek, he looks stunned.
"You-"
I hold
