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Shrugging, I gave him a sheepish smile. “You were being bossy.”

Wicked heat filled his gaze. “I’ll show you bossy.”

He did. A lot. For a long time, multiple times, pausing only so he could snatch the sushi from the relentlessly knocking delivery guy.

And when he was done, I settled in to read my book and eat my melted ice cream on the lap of a man who could destroy me.

Chapter Twenty-five

Filthy-Sweet

Eden

DC:Stop by my office before class.

Me:No.

DC:You do seem to love that word.

Me:And you seem to love hearing it.

I tried focusing on my work, but my damn curiosity got the better of me.

Me:Why do you want me to stop by?

DC:I have coffee for you.

A stupid smile pulled at my lips. Since the hoopla a couple days before, he’d been extra sweet. I’d never experienced that kind of thoughtfulness before.

A girl could get used to it.

Me:I’ll be there in ten.

The last five minutes of class dragged, and then I took the long way to Damien’s office, trying not to look conspicuous in my inconspicuousness. I didn’t even have the chance to knock on the door when it swung open.

Oh.

Shit.

“What happened?” I asked, practically panting.

Every nerve in my body thrummed alive, stealing my breath and soaking my panties.

Damien was pissed.

No, that wasn’t right.

Professor Caine was pissed.

His arms were crossed, his muscles tight and flexing. His jaw clenched as he stared down at me with fire in his eyes. “In.”

I scurried in, my stomach twisting until I thought I’d lose the breakfast he’d so nicely cooked while I’d burned the toast. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he bit out, closing the door.

“Something is.”

He shook his head, but his dangerous vibe emanating in the air and the coldness in his eyes belied his words. Sitting behind his desk, he pushed his chair back a little and patted his thigh. “Come here.”

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