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His gaze narrowed. There was something about that look in her eyes...
“Kassia...”
“Umm...”
“Don’t you fucking tell me you’re really in danger of failing those two subjects?”
She stepped back from him. “Well...”
Alessandro was exasperated. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”And was he seriously asking that question?
Kassia was nodding vehemently. “I do, Professor. I still want to fuck you.”
The earnest response made him want to groan. Goddammit, how could this girl be so innocent and seductive at the same time? Looking back at her, he saw the way she was tugging the tips of her strawberry blonde locks and knew the worst was far from over. “Spill it,” he said grimly.
She tried to prevaricate, asking, “Spill what?”
“Kassia...”
His warning tone made her gulp. “Well, the thing is, I really tried to study last night, but all I could think about was...umm, never mind about what I was thinking.”
But her blushes spoke for her, and he knew exactly what she had been thinking.
“Anyway, I was thinking, the only way I can pass now is if...” She took a deep breath. “Could I drop by your place, Professor, and have you tutor me privately?”
Chapter Three
Hours later, Kassia was sliding into the passenger seat of the professor’s sports car. He closed the door after her, and when he joined her inside she said nervously, “You have a beautiful car, Professor.” It was such a lame thing to say, especially since she didn’t actually know what kind of car the professor’s was. But she said it anyway, just to give her something else to hear besides the loud erratic sound of her heartbeat.
As the professor started the car and drove out of the school’s parking lot, Kassia found herself babbling even more.
“Thank you for agreeing to tutor me.”
Crickets.
“I hope I won’t be a bother to anyone. I mean, if you’re living with anyone in your place.”
Still crickets.
“And, umm, you don’t have to worry about where I should sleep or anything. I’m not picky, and I’m used to roughing it since my grandparents and I love to go camping every spring break.”
More crickets.
“I think I should sing a song,” Kassia blurted out. Anything was better than this too-awkward silence, she told herself.Anything.And so she opened her mouth and started to sing. A country song, of course, because she was proud of her roots.
Alessandro almost gaped at his passenger as the most god-awful sound on earth filled his car.What. The. Fuck?Who would ever have thought that someone as angelic-looking as Kassia would have a voice like, well, a squealing pig?
It literally hurt to listen to her, and if he weren’t so bent on keeping his distance from Kassia, he would have told her so. But since he was, Alessandro simply gritted his teeth and told himself to bear it. He mustn’t talk to her, mustn’t let her get too comfortable under his skin.
Even now, he wasn’t quite sure how Kassia had ended up having her way. All he knew was that allowing Kassia to spend the night in his place was madness, but it was a folly he hadn’t been able to resist.
Beside him, Kassia was still singing, and it had only gotten worse in the past ten seconds. He waited for the urge to throw her out of the car to come, but it didn’t. Instead, he found himself wanting to shut her up...with a kiss.
The thought had Alessandro gritting his teeth some more, his fingers gripping the wheel more tightly. What. The. Fuck. Was. Wrong. With. Him?
A sly voice inside his mind taunted him about déjà vu.Perhaps this was how it started with his older brother and his wife?
Alessandro rejected the thought as soon as it occurred to him. Fuck no. He was taking Kassia home with him because he was in lust with her.
