Page 37 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire
Another day had started.
The thought of having to see the professor again brought out mixed feelings, but again Kassia lifted her chin and told herself that one day, she would get over him. She marched towards the conference room where she was scheduled with other students in her course to listen to an inspirational talk from a supposedly well-known philanthropist.
Arriving early, she was able to secure a seat in one of the front rows. Waiting patiently for the talk to start, she took out her notebook and began to doodle.
Half an hour later, more students started to fill the room. She heard voices from the stage and knew that the speaker had arrived.It should start any moment now, Kassia thought just as a shadow fell over her. Putting her notebook back in her bag, she waited for the shadow to move, for a student to occupy the vacant seat next to her.
But it wasn’t another student.
“Kassia.” Such beautiful cadence. Accompanied by an exquisite European accent, it turned her name into a melody.
Her insides turned to jelly at the sound of it even as she despised herself for being so weak.
Reluctantly, she looked up. “Professor.” It was the most she could say. She wished she could be more adult-like, but already, just looking at him was destroying her composure.
The professor was dressed in his usual formal clothes, a lovely black suit that no doubt cost thousands and thousands of dollars. Beautiful, sophisticated, sexy, and intimidating in every sense.
“I’m afraid I need to speak to you privately about your grades in my class.” The volume of his voice was just enough for other students to hear him.
Kassia knew this, too. If she refused, people would talk, and she didn’t want that. Even so, she couldn’t stop herself from hedging. “I’ve been asked to listen to this seminar by Professor Davidson—-”
“I’ve already talked to him,” Alessandro interrupted smoothly. Frustration darkened Kassia’s eyes at his answer, and he was tempted to kiss the frown puckering her brows. His control had started to slip the moment her scent had reached him, beckoning Alessandro to claim what he desired above all else.
Kassia finally stood up and grabbed her bag, her movements jerky. She was angry, and she wanted him to know.
I will make it up to you, little chick,he thought grimly. Even now, his conscience questioned his decision. The right thing to do was to leave her alone. Alessandro knew that, but he also knew it would never happen.
The moment Kassia had entered his office and told him she wanted him – it had been over for both of them.
As they started to walk down the center aisle, she asked stiffly under her breath, “What is this really about?”
“What do you think?” he parried silkily. While he knew he owed her an apology, he would do it his way. Certainly it wasn’t his style to do it in public.
Kassia hated the way her heart sped at the professor’s words.He’s probably bored again,she warned herself.Be smart about it now, Kassia, and don’t let him play with you!
They continued walking, no longer speaking, but the tension between them grew with every second, turning from hostile into something agonizingly sexual.
Dear Lord, she was so shamefully powerless against the professor.
If she let him take her to his office...
It didn’t take any amount of imagination to guess what would happen the moment they were alone, not when her panties were already drenched with her need. Why, dear Lord, why did she want him so much? Unable to help it, she stole a look at him, and her breath caught when their gazes met.
So much heat in those dark green eyes—-
No, yes, no, yes, no—-
Her anxiety escalated even as she became wetter between her legs.
Oh God, how did she stop herself from wanting him?
Behind them, someone started to speak from the stage, introducing the speaker for today’s talk. “Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause please as we welcome Mrs. Kimberley Dresden.”
Kassia froze.
Well, she thought numbly, she should have known to be careful about what she wished for. Beside her, the professor had also halted, and she sensed more than saw the way his stance had turned protective. It was crazy, but she knew she wasn’t imagining it.
The sound of her mother’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Kassia turned towards it unthinkingly. She saw the exact moment Kimberley saw her, the older woman stiffening almost imperceptibly. And then her lips tightened, as if the sight of her own daughter was displeasing – no, Kimberley’s upper lip had curled ever so slightly now. There was no better way to make her disgust evident, and even knowing the kind of woman her mother was, Kassia was still rocked with pain.
