Page 2 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire
She wetted her lips again. Seeing it nearly made Alessandro groan, and the fact that she was able to arouse him unintentionally only made his arousal more exquisitely painful. If this was how she made him feel without trying to seduce him, how fucking good would it be if he taught her how to please his body?
The thought had him inhaling sharply.
“Professor, I never knew...”
Her whisper had his head jerking up. Such simple words, but he knew right away what they meant.
From the first day she had entered his class, two things had been obvious to him. First was that she wanted him. The moment she first saw him, Kassia had been attracted to him, passionately and obsessively so. Second was that she didn’t know he had felt the same way – and he had been determined that it stay that way...until now.
From the very first day, she had never openly acted on her feelings, but she had not consciously attempted to hide it, either. Wherever he was in the room, her gaze would follow and when he was near her, she would hold her breath because she was so hyperaware of him. It had been a game to Alessandro, in fact, trying to see how long he could have Kassia holding her breath while he was near her.
When Kassia’s light brown eyes met his, filled with such earnest desire, Alessandro found himself breathing deeply. That look in her eyes told him that whatever happened, it would be almost impossible for this day to end without him touching her, tasting her, even just a bit.
He inhaled again, willing himself to stay in control of his arousal. Even if it killed him, he had to put an end to this. “Kassia—-”
“Professor, I like you—-” Her gaze dipped low again. Just like that, and his cock pushed against his pants.
“—-and it seems you like me, too.”
Chapter Two
Kassia waited with bated breath as she spoke words so bold she didn’t know where they came from. She had always been shy, and unlike other shy people, she had been happy to stay as she was. But when she had seen Professor Alessandro Moretti for the first time, she had known that for him, she would do everything it took to get rid of her shyness.
Crushes had never figured in her life – not even once. Before she had come to college, she had lived her whole life in a small town, with only her equally shy best friend and her retired grandparents for company. Life had been simple, with days spent in school and the nights spent helping out at the farm.
Boys had never meant anything to her except in their capacity to perform tasks she couldn’t do in the fields...until him.
She would never forget her first glimpse of the professor. She had been late for his class, purely because she couldn’t find her way to it. Her old high school wasn’t even one-fifth the size of the university, and she had been too shy to ask anyone for directions.
When she had finally found his class, she had crept inside the room through the back door, hoping she wouldn’t be noticed—-
“Ms. Kassia Summers?”
Hearing her full name spoken out loud had made Kassia freeze. Fearful and reluctant, she took her time turning towards the sound of the voice—-
The ready apology on her lips died the moment she saw who had called her.
He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Admittedly, that was an easy thing to say since seventy-eight percent of the males in her old town were above forty years old, nearly bald, and pot-bellied.
But even so, he was beautiful in a way that made her head dizzy, her heart beat hard, and her body literally ache.
Since that day, she had not been able to stop thinking about him. Even when she was alone in her dorm, she still thought of him.Dreamtof him. With each succeeding night, her dream always became more graphic. In her dreams, the professor was kissing her so hard that her lips would actually feel bruised when she woke up.
Just thinking about those dreams of hers made Kassia blush, but it was also because of those dreams that she had finally found the courage to confess to him. She had been his student for four months already, and no matter how hard she prayed,nothing– just nothing – happened.
Every day, she would attend his class, hoping that it would be the day the professor would realize she was different from the rest of his Beginner Italian class. That she was his most special apprentice in his extracurricular course ofookami-kata,which meant The Way of the Wolf, a special Japanese discipline of martial arts.
This morning, she had woken up after another deliciously wicked dream, and the truth had suddenly struck Kassia. Her dreams would stay just that – dreams – if she didn’t do something about it.
And so here she was now.
The professor suddenly stood, startling Kassia into almost taking a step back. His eyes had never burned such a bright shade of green before, and she found herself swallowing, wondering what that could mean.
He took a step closer to her, and another and another, and now Kassia was no longer breathing, her mind whirling as she tried to imagine what he would do. Laugh? Ridicule her? Or maybe sweep her into his arms and give her a happy-ever-after kiss?
All sorts of ideas ranging from mushy to crazy occurred to her, but what the professor ended up doing was the one thing that would never have occurred to her.
Kassia watched in fascination as the professor withdrew a piece of paper from his desk and carefully rolled it into a scroll.
