Page 62 of Architecti
I freeze.The students reach a frenzy, squealing at her banter and cheering for her.My cheeks flush red as I try to work out what the hell she’s talking about?How dare she talk to me like this in front of the entire cohort.I clench my jaw.Her eyes glitter up in the stands.I swear to the archdemon I will?—
“Midnight,” she moans her own name in the exact tone that slipped out when I was in the shower last night.
Oh.My.Gods.Heat blooms everywhere from my cheeks to my pussy.
The noise I heard in the shower.I poked my head out the door but heard nothing.I assumed I was on my own and it was just new apartment noises.Was she… she wouldn’t?
How dare she humiliate me in front of the entire class.
I grit my teeth.“Well, Midnight.You can stay behind after class and write me an extra essay on the ethics of appropriate class behaviour.”
“Oh, I’ll happily stay behind for extra class,” she says, and there’s a rumbling of ‘whaaaayy’ cheered around the room.
I ignore it and turn to the chalkboard, my neck as scarlet as my cheeks.
My hand shakes as I writecontracts vs covenants.
“Does anyone know the difference between contracts and covenants?”I ask.
Bastien flings his hand up.
“Bastien?”
“Covenants are the angelic version of a contract.”
“Good, at least someone in House Inferos is academically inclined.”
Midnight’s smirk grows deeper, as if she knows she got to me.
The rest of the class goes smoothly.I take them through the basic anatomy of a contract and the most regularly found clauses.
When the class files out, Midnight stays sat in her seat.
The last student files out, and I lock the lecture hall door.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
She stands up and slowly makes her way down the tiered seating as if she has all the time in the world.
“You’re the one jerking off over a student.”
I gasp, check the door is actually locked.
“Did you break into my apartment last night?”I hiss.
She’s in front of me now, stepping closer and closer until I hit the wall.She leans in, trapping me in place with one hand against the wall and leaning into my other ear.Her breath is hot, the scent of vetiver and grapefruit rich and heady.
“The real question is, did you masturbate over Daddy last night?”
“Midnight,” I gasp.
But I’m no longer thinking straight.My mind has short circuited.My breath hitches.
“You… you can’t talk to me like that.You can’t behave like that in class, either.It’s not okay.We could both lose everything.They fired a professor here a couple of years ago for fraternising with a student.”
She pulls back, her expression shifting from molten lust to a deeper heat, a fury etched into her bones.
“How long?”she tugs her hand through her hair.
