Page 16 of Tempt Me

A door opened to our left. My best friend stomped out of the professor’s bedroom, and the spell broke. That invisible wall of lust and temptation shattered, bringing a chill to my heated skin.

Sasha looked between us, blinking and smacking herself in the head.

“Fallon? Am I dreaming? Are we having a three-way with Professor Hottie?”

Professor Hottie growled and pushed off the floor, walking away from us. The chill his absence left grew, making me wrap my arms around myself.

“Faye…mind explaining what the ever-loving fucker-doodles we got into tonight?”

I bit my lip, chewing the damn thing to a pulp. I didn’t have an answer to that question. What did we get ourselves into?

And what the hell was I about to do…

The song echoed in my ears. His rasp and beautiful tone made me feel like a rockstar was singing to me.

“I don’t even know, Sash,” I answered honestly.

She looked at the man looming around in the kitchen and crouched down beside me.

“What honestly happened between you and him, babe?”

I put my head in my hands, refusing to look at her or over at him. I just didn’t fucking know.

A loud ‘beep, beep, beep’ pierced the air and made me jump.

“Fucking hell, what is that?” he barked, covering his ears and walking around to locate the shrill tone.

Oh no…

He picked up my phone from underneath the bar, the small device wailing at a deafening pitch. Ferdinand was sending a locator signal. I was being fucking summoned.

“Fuck,” I scrambled to my feet, unrolling the contraption he made with the gauze and ice pack.

When she saw me wrapped in a towel, Sasha gave me an even more interesting look. I tried to ignore her, my face heated with embarrassment.

“Here.” I looked over at the outstretched hand beside me.

Pharaoh handed me a shirt. It was a white button-up, and draping it around me made me feel ridiculous. This man was so damn tall. I didn’t know exactly how tall, but well over any height I knew. The garment went to my knees, but at least it covered my freaking thong.

“Thank you,” I said, not looking at him.

“Sasha, come on. We gotta go.” My friend protested when I grabbed her arm and snatched my phone out of the professor’s hand.

“I will be seeing you again, Little Voyeur,” he said, a promise that made my skin heat.

Asshole.

I was clearly still drunk, and this shithead took advantage…so much for a rescue. I pulled Sasha forward toward the door and only glanced back when I opened it wide.

The goddamn giant was shirtless, standing there, toying with the towel in his hands that had been wrapped around my body. Shivers licked up my spine at that image.

Damn, you…

“Bye!” Oh god, that sounded way too cheery, but I forced myself out of the apartment.

Sasha protested the entire time I tried to explain that I needed to be home. After dropping Sasha off at her house, my phone was still blaring when I got back to my house.

No one fucking got it.

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