Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Fuck, it isn’t worth all that. Just as I text out a message relaying my fears, Ro texts me first, and I delete my message entirely.
Ronan: Don’t worry about it. Get dressed and go to class.
I don’t hesitate to respond. Don’t worry about it… as if I can just turn off the last twenty-some years of my life and pretend my father doesn’t just get even when someone pisses him off.
Brooklyn: I don’t want you to get into trouble.
Ronan: Are you happy to have your things?
Brooklyn: Yes.
Roman: Then it was no trouble at all. Now be a good girl for me today and get your ass to class. I want to kiss you in something far less revealing than what you wore last night.
Brooklyn: Yes, Professor Wolf.
My lips pick up in a half smirk, and that nervousness settles down just at the thought of kissing him again. Just as I’m about to toss my phone down and figure out what I’m going to wear today, my phone pings again. I expect it to be him, but it’s not.
It’s Aspen.
Aspen: What are you doing?
I can already imagine her reaction as I respond.
Brooklyn: Going to class today.
Aspen: What fucking for?
I almost answer “hell if I know,” but instead, I text back.
Brooklyn: I want to see my fiancé in action.
Aspen: New kink?
I can’t help but laugh. Then I start to wonder what it is exactly that I’ve gotten myself into with Professor Wolf. Whatever it is, I apparently can’t say no to him, and I’m beginning to think…
He can’t say no to me either.
CHAPTER 12
Ronan
A few days pass with ease between myself and Brook.
Almost too easy.
It appears she has a fondness for gifts, even if those gifts are boxes of things she already owns. The past three days have been just like today.
When I wake up, her small frame is pressed to mine, and I have to carefully climb out of bed so I don’t disturb her.
I quietly leave the apartment before she’s up, allowing her to be sound asleep in my bed, looking far too innocent and at peace and like she belongs there. We share small glances in the halls of the university when I see her around one fifteen as she goes from one class to the other.
Today, she wore a sexy little tweed number I recall hanging on the rack from her place. My little whore looks like she could handle a boardroom in that dress suit. Around three, she texts me something highly inappropriate, which I’m looking forward to more and more.
Today was a snapshot down her blouse. The lingerie hugging her curves with her pouty bottom lip just barely seen in the picture.
Fuck me. I don’t know how she delicately balances innocence with sex kitten, but the combo has me under a spell with this woman.
I take my phone out for another peek at the photo she sent me. I close my eyes in the empty lecture hall as I gather my things and stifle a groan as I click the briefcase shut on my desk and know she’s waiting only for me.
Every day at six fifteen, which my Rolex reads is the time right now, I can finally head home, a briefcase in hand and a hard-on for her gorgeous ass.
Our routine continues.
I get home, we have a quick fuck and then takeout with small talk. We round out the night with her pretending to read from a textbook while some trashy reality TV show plays in the background. All the while, she lays next to me on the couch while I catch up on emails and, unbeknownst to her, updates from the PI and lawyers.
Just before I leave the lecture hall, I grit my teeth as my phone goes off again. This time, it’s an email from the fucking dean.
Her old man.
I check the time. 6:17 p.m. Shoving the spike of anger down, I click the email. I know it’s about the emergency board meeting called by her father this morning. The one I decided to ignore.
That fucking prick.
No one knows about the bullshit between our lawyers unless her father told them this morning. He would be a fool to do so, and although I don’t respect the prick, I’ve never thought him to be short-sighted. Other than that, though, I have no idea what the meeting could be about.
He should have known I’d issue a C&D with the bullshit he pulled over Brook. I’ll fucking bury him in legal if he keeps pushing her.
Pushing me.
He should know better, given this isn’t the first time he’s fucked with me, and I’ve fucked him back.
With a deep inhale, I steady myself, still at my desk, as I read the message. By the time I get to the end of the email, an arrogant smirk graces my lips. The provost having concern over resources of the board in response to a bullshit meeting called by her father this morning is a reprieve I wasn’t expecting.