Chapter 22a
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As I closed his office door, I looked up and noticed the girl from the first day of class was approaching, the one who - not so subtly - asked about private tutoring. I do not like her. If I had hackles in this form, they’d surely be raised. I sensed Maya’s annoyance with the girl, though I made an effort not to show it. I think she knew though. She smirked at me, like she knew what we’d been doing in his office, or like she suspected what I wanted from him. Goddess, I hoped the guilt of it wasn’t shining through to my face. Can she smell the s*x on me? Would she smell it on him? A were would, but would a human? How could I be so stupid? She doesn’t even have to know for sure what’s going on, just the accusation would ruin him. Not only could a scandal like this get Kelton fired but it could affect his business and thus his pack. My breath came faster and shallower as I felt an invisible weight on my chest. I really don't like her.
“What were you doing in there?” The girl sang in a teasing tone indicating she had all the answers already. The sound grated my already frayed nerves.
“I had a question about my essay. What are you doing here?” I rolled my eyes and adopted an annoyed tone. She flipped her hair and grinned.
“Same.” She didn’t even have a bag or a notebook on her to sell her lie. Plus, the b***h was wearing a handkerchief for a skirt and half her top was missing. She was flaunting a lot more skin than most people on the beach. Not that there was anything wrong with that in any other circumstances. Well, there wouldn’t be if it weren’t my mate she’d dressed like that for. Goddess, where did that thought come from!? I couldn’t care less what someone wore. She could stick a stripper pole in her dorm and I wouldn’t judge her.
They’re good exercise, so my trusty pal, the internet, says.
Yet Maya growled within as our joint jealousy peaked. Logically, I knew I didn’t need to be jealous. Kelton was a good man, but the mate bond, paired with my alpha wolf, caused my possessive streak to flare.
He liked our jealous streak. Maya relaxed a little. An image of his sexy, teasing grin flashed in my mind.
“You’re blushing,” the girl sneered. No, not sneered. It was more like a teasing smirk.
“You’re practically n***d,” I snapped back. “He did say he’s not interested in students.”
“Oh, so that’s what you are doing here. Flirting with the hot professor. Hoping to improve your grade?”
“No,” I made a point to laugh. “I just remember from when he told everyone when you tried flirting with him in front of the whole class. You know, when he rejected you. Or at least that's how I interpreted that conversation. I suppose he’s decent looking… for a man. He’s not really my type.”
“He’s s*x on a stick. He’s everyone’s type.”
She’s got that right, Maya snarled. I had to cough a little to cover the growl that escaped.
If she so much as winks at my man, I’ll rip her t**s off, Maya huffed.
I laughed out loud, earning a curious look from the girl. She probably thought I was mental, growling, coughing, and laughing all in the span of about twenty seconds.
A minute ago, you were super secure that he loved us. Now you’re jealous again?
Maya didn’t respond. However, I felt a lot calmer.
Then, I made a point to slowly rake my eyes up and down the girl in front of me. I remembered how some of Kiren’s friends occasionally did that to me. It was creepy and gross. I hated it. But I needed to sell this. Then I smiled seductively, or at least that’s what I was going for. I secretly hoped I didn’t look constipated as I took a tiny step closer.
“You’re more my type,” I whispered in her ear before stepping back and winking.
I wanted to throw her off as much as possible and claiming that I wasn’t interested in the sexiest guy in existence would fool no one, unless I claimed to bat for the other side.
She looked stunned for a minute, and then she replied, “Of course, I am. I’m everyone’s type.” She literally flipped her hair like one of those mean, hot girls in the movies. Yet she didn’t actually strike me as mean, just super sure of herself. As well she should be, her looks alone we’re amazing.
I wish I could bottle and sell her confidence. I’d be a bazillionaire.
Maybe instead of freaking out, we should learn her ways. Ask her to train us.
I stood awkwardly for a moment as I processed Maya’s odd words. Was that a thing? s*x counseling? Confidence lessons? I was a complete novice and I did love the idea of becoming a s*x kitten.
Before I could ask, flee, and/or back track, Kelton opened his door. He leaned on the door jamb with his arms crossed over his chest in a way that accentuated his perfect arms. Damn him.
“Did you forget something, Miss Waters?”
“No sir, we were just discussing our essays.”
“I see. Well, come in, Miss Dent. In your email you said you have questions?”
“Yes, sir,” she purred and slinked toward my man, laying on the s****l energy.
How could I ever compete with that?
As she walked past him into his office. Kelton shot me a quick wink.
“We’ll be discussing that later.” His voice rasped in my head.
Ahh, he heard what I said. Which bit I wondered? Is he going to make me pay for that flirting?
I hope so. We’ll have to prove he is our type. Maya sounded positively thrilled at the prospect.
And damn it! Now I wanted him again. Like right now. Was that normal or am I a… what’s that word… a nymphomaniac?
Nothing wrong with being a nypho, Maya panted.
I blushed and felt that little drop in my belly that seemed to accompany my thoughts of him. I saw his nose twitch - whoops - before I turned on my heel to flee as he stepped back into his office.
Lost in my lustful thoughts, grinning to myself, I traipsed through the tree-lined paths between the buildings. Late summer and early fall scents drifted through the air with the warm breeze. Woodsy and fresh. I was so busy imagining all the ways Kelton might need me to prove that it was him I wanted, all the ways he’d make him show me why he’s the one for me, that I unexpectedly collided with a hard chest.
Damn it!
I really need to start paying attention. This is becoming a disturbing habit.
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