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Kassia:Are you suddenly busy?
Kassia:Sorry if I bothered you.
He called her right away, but after the third try, Alessandro knew that Kassia wouldn’t be picking up the call. He hesitated for one moment before deciding to send her a text message.
Alessandro:I apologize for not answering right away. An urgent family matter came up, and I had to take care of it first. May I call you now?
He waited for a full ten minutes, but there was no response.
Fuck it,he thought.
Turning around, he decided that his talk with Domenico could be done another time. This –Kassia –was more important.
Chapter Six
Someone was knocking on her window.
Pushing her chair back with a frown, Kassia stood up and headed to the window. Raising the blinds, she almost tumbled back in shock when she saw the professor balanced on a sturdy branch of the tree across her building.
He gestured for her to open her window, and after a moment’s indecision, she moved to do his bidding. Even though he was the last person on earth she wanted to see right now, it didn’t mean she wanted him dead, which was what he’d certainly be if she left him outside her window.
The professor leapt into the opening without trouble, landing on his two feet with such uncanny grace that Kassia was left blinking. Even if she practicedookami-katafor years, she didn’t think she’d ever be capable of doing the same thing.
The professor was dressed entirely in black, but the shirt and jeans combination made him look a lot less aloof and serious. He was still gorgeous and sexy, but now his appeal was more rugged than princely.
Even so, it still made her heart pitter-patter like crazy, making Kassia realize with a sinking heart that how the professor looked would never matter.
She loved him, whichever side he showed to her.
She loved the professor, the maninsideher dorm room right now.
The realization made her gulp and step back.
Alessandro watched Kassia move away from him, as if desperate to place some distance between them. Dressed in a tank top and the skimpiest pair of denim shorts, Kassia made the most alluring figure, and the sight, combined with her intoxicating scent, messed him up in a way no other woman had been able to.
Striving for control, he resolutely kept his gaze on her lovely face as he asked, “Did you receive my message?” If he allowed himself just one more damn second of staring at her tender, heaving breasts, he would be done for.
Kassia shook her head, unwilling to answer his questions while she still had some of her own. “W-what were you doing outside my window? What if someone saw you here?” Even as she spoke, her dazed mind remained caught up by the professor’s presence in her room.He was here. He was beautiful. He was here.
Hearing the stammer in her voice, Alessandro made sure to keep his voice calm and soothing as he answered her. “No one did. Trust me.” His gaze remained on her face, unwavering, Alessandro wanting her to see in his eyes that him coming to her room wasn’t going to get her in trouble. It was all he could do, knowing that an explanation would involve revealing his Lyccan side to her, and that he wasn’t yet willing to risk.
When he took another step towards her, she took a step back. He saw where she’d end up, and he didn’t stop moving towards her. Three steps later, and she gasped as she tumbled back into her bed.
In a second, he was on top of her, his hard body trapping hers under him, her face between his braced arms. He looked down ather. “Gotcha.” It was such an insanely amateurish thing to say, but when the professor said it, the word almost sounded elegant.
Then the professor’s lips started to curve, and she jerked in realization that he had cunningly contrived to make her fall. “Beast!”She tried pushing him off her, but the moment her fisted hands hit the wall of his chest, everything backfired, the powerful strength of his body enslaving her senses.
This close, Alessandro could feel her heart beating hard against her chest, could smell the way heat claimed her body as she attempted to wriggle away, and his smile turned into a smirk.
She gasped. “I hate you!” But what she found herself despising more was the way her heart raced at the feel of his weight pressing down on her.
“No,” he refuted calmly. “You don’t.” He captured one fisted hand as he spoke and brought it to his lips.
She tried to tug her hand away, but he didn’t let her.
“I hate you.”
This time, he didn’t only smell her anger and desire. This close, the scent of her confusion and hurt also reached him, and his smile faded. “I’m sorry for making you wait,” he said quietly. “I received an urgent call from my sister, and I had to go to her school. She was involved in a fight with another student, and it’s resulted in her suspension.”
