Page 70 of Damaged Prince
Yet, when we’re texting, all the stress and worry goes away. It’s just me and Kai. Like old times, joking and sending each other memes or videos of random shit.
It’s confusing, and I don’t know what to do about it. That's why I've been avoiding him as much as possible when in person.
I know, I'm the worst. We’re supposed to be giving this bond between us a chance, to see where things go, really try to be something more than friends. But we can’t do that if I can’t even face the damn man in person without losing the ability to speak or having my face light up like a damn lobster.
After saying goodbye to Roderick, I head to my first class of the day: art history. It's not one I need for my degree, but one I’ve chosen just because it seemed fascinating.
My teacher is an older woman, mid-fifties, with graying hair. So it came as a big surprise after I got situated in my seat, ready to learn, when it wasn’t her who stepped in front of the class but a tall, very large man.
Not just any man. Malachi Krane. My... my... fuck, I didn’t even know what we were.
“Hello, class. As you can see, I am not Professor Collins,” he chuckles, his dark hair tied up into a sexy man bun. My eyes roam his body, taking in how good he looks. He’s dressed in dark slacks that hug his thighs and a white button-up dress shirt that looks almost too tight for his body.
Not that I was complaining. Not at all.
“Unfortunately, Professor Collins is out sick for the week. I’ve kindly offered to fill in for her as I’m the only one in this school apart from her with an art history degree.” He winks and the whole class chuckles.
And maybe it’s a little too much coming from the girls. I frown, pulling my attention from Kai to look around the room.Almost all the women here are swooning, with big doe eyes looking up at him like he is god's gift to women.
Well, he is, kind of. But more like God's gift to Laney... and me.
I have the urge to tell them to stop staring because he already has a girlfriend... and me. Fuck. I really need to stop being a pussy and talk to the man. I want him to be mine. Not my friend, but mine. My boyfriend. My lover. Mine.
By the looks of it, half the damn class does too.
Crossing my arms, I lower myself in my seat, a moody feeling taking over. It’s jealousy. Something I’m not all that familiar with. I don’t like it.
“Professor Collins is nice and all,” one of the girls speaks up. “But why haven’t you offered a class in art history?"
“Yeah,” another girl giggles. “I’d totally have switched classes.”
Kai gives them a polite smile, and I’m glad to see he’s not affected by their flirty ways.
“Because when I came to work for this school, that position wasn’t available. And there’s no need for four art history professors when there’s already three amazing ones. If Professor Collins isn’t the right fit for you, maybe see about taking one of Professor Richerson's or Professor Bolton's classes,” he supplies in a friendly manner.
That has me grinning. Both professors are men in their sixties. By the disappointed looks on their faces, that wasn’t the age range of older men they seemed to be after.
“Incidentally, my girlfriend will be taking Professor Bolton's class this year. I’ll ask her how she likes it, and let you know. However, I think Professor Collins is a wonderful professor, and I don’t see any reason to switch classes.”
Holy shit. He just outright admitted to the class he has a girlfriend.
That got everyone whispering because this was news. And at this school, students eat up any gossip they get their hands on.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get this class started. I’m going to pick up where Professor Collins left off.”
It’s a good thing I’ve gotten a bit of a head start on this class already, because I have a feeling that next week, I’m not going to retain any information that's taught.
I’ve never wanted Professor Collins back more than I do right now.
For the next eighty minutes, all I do is stare. Every word that leaves his lips, I’m watching them intently. Every move of his body, my eyes follow.
The way his ass flexes as he walks back and forth on the stage is downright sinful. He is walking sin in the flesh, and I am shamefully hard for him.
Thankfully, I sat more towards the back corner, hidden away from the rest of the class. That didn’t stop Kai from finding me. Any chance he could get, his eyes met mine. And every time, it was a jolt to my cock.
He was professional, his eyes never lingered, but I could see what no one else could. Heat. Want. Need. And it was all for me.
This man might very well be the death of me. And if not, both he and Laney together, yeah, I don’t stand a chance.
