Page 39 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire
Raising his head, he looked down into her dazed eyes, saying quietly, “I am sorry for hurting you, Kassia. There are no words to express how deeply I regret hurting you. I know that the right thing to do is to leave you alone, but it is too late. This between us has become inevitable the moment you walked into my classroom and told me you wanted me.” He sensed her about to protest and halted it simply by pressing his finger on her lips. “I will make it up to you, little chick. I will woo you the way I should have done from the start. I will show you how much I treasure you, how much I desire you, and I promise that I shall wait until you are ready to surrender yourself to me.”
With those words, the professor released her and stepped back. She felt conspicuously empty the moment their bodies lost contact with each other, and she would have hated herself for it if she weren’t so terrified. Oh Lord, how she still loved this man. He had made a fool of her, and here she was, still so easily swayed by his words.
“I don’t want you to woo me,” she said desperately.
A beautiful smile curved on his lips. “Of course you do,” he said ever so softly.
His smile invited her to be dazzled, and Kassia quickly averted her gaze. “No.” She lifted her chin. “I’m going out with Jacob now.”A lie,but one she could easily resolve as soon as she left the professor’s office. Around her, the atmosphere became fraught with danger, and Kassia gulped.
“You do not mean that.” Still soft, but lethally so.
“Yes, I do—-” She wasn’t able to say anything else, the professor whirling her back into his arms.
“You. Belong. To. Me.” Such an icy voice, but there was nothing cold at all about the way his mouth suddenly latched to the side of her neck. He sucked hard, and she cried out. She tried to struggle out of his hold, but it didn’t stop the professor at all. By the time he released her, she knew she had to have the biggest hickey on her neck.
“You’re a jerk!” She instinctively covered the spot with her hand, all the while trying to deny how much her body still tingled in the aftermath of the professor’s branding kiss.
Again, his lips curved in a beautiful smile that sought to mesmerize her. “Without a doubt, Ms. Summers. But at least I freely admit to beingyour jerk.”
Kassia absolutely refused to let the professor see how much pleasure it gave her to hear him say such a thing.He’s playing with you,she chanted desperately to herself.Always and forever, he’s playing with you!
“You’re not mine, and I’m not yours.” She stalked to the door. A part of her wished that he would stop her from leaving, but he didn’t. Her heart sank as she held the knob.See, Kassia? He really was just playing with you. She twisted the knob open. “Goodbye, Professor.”
Just as she stepped out of his office, he was suddenly behind her, his breath caressing her ear as he said, “Remember, Kassia. Tomorrow, I will woo you.”
She turned around to tell the professor he would do no such thing, but instead she found the door being slammed in her face.
Chapter Four
Ihate him, Kassia thought the next day, her teeth gnashing as all eyes swung towards her at the professor’s words.Hate him, hate him, hate him!And if this was what he meant by wooing, well, he had better take a refresher’s course in English because right now, what he was doing was the exact opposite.
In front of the class, the professor politely called her name. “Ms. Summers, shall I repeat it for you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, speaking in Italian right after, his delicious accent making her toes curl even as she continued to hate him. “Could you please translate it?”
She said unthinkingly, “Zihwik jerfniv acknix.”
Everyone’s jaws dropped.
Even the professor blinked at her.
“I, umm, translated it to Russian.”
The professor spoke to her, in what seemed like Russian. The real one, and not her own made-up version. The class laughed, and her cheeks turned a dull shade of red.
“You only have to say you need extra lessons, Ms. Summers,” the professor said ever so gently. “You may sit down.”
Dozens of hands shot up.
“I think I need extra lessons too, Professor,” one of the girls seated in front said hopefully.
As Kassia sat down, she heard the girl next to her say sulkily, “You’re such a sly one.”
With a start, she realized that the girl seemed to think she had deliberately played dumb just to score a private lesson with the professor. Looking around and seeing more glares her way, she realized that everyone else seemed to think so as well.
Politely ignoring the clamor for private lessons, the professor resumed his lecture. The other girls resignedly lowered their hands when it became clear he wasn’t going to make another offer. When the bell rang, the professor bid them goodbye. Walking back to his desk, he ruffled through his papers and said without looking up, “Ms. Summers, if you could stay behind?”
Kassia, who had just stood up, sat back down and was again treated to another round of furious glares.
Alessandro lifted his head only when all the other students had left. The sight of Kassia scowling at him made his lips curve. “You are mad?”
