Page 5 of Hot for Teacher
And just like that, Chase went hot. All fucking over. His throat dried up, and his heart started racing like he’d sprinted halfway around the quad in the last five seconds.
There’s a good boy.
Fuck. Why did Chase like that so much? It was kind of condescending, wasn’t it? He was fully grown—he wasn’t a boy at all, no matter how much older Burke was.
But Chase did like it. A whole fucking lot.
Whether Burke knew the effect his words had just had on Chase, it was impossible to say. He only nodded, not a hint of emotion in his expression. “Carry on, then.”
And then he walked away.
“Who the fuck was that?”
Noah’s question knocked Chase out of his fog, although he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Burke’s retreating back. Chase was no delicate flower, but he wasn’t built likethat.
“Professor Burke,” he managed to say. “He teaches statistics. I had him last semester.”
“How the fuck did you survive?” Noah gave an exaggerated shiver. “He’s terrifying.”
Chase shrugged.Terrifyingwasn’t the word he’d use—unless terror made Noah’s dick hard—but he kept that to himself. “If you’re polite, he’s actually pretty chill.”
“His pheromones are …” Noah let out a slow, deliberate exhale. “Just be glad you’re a beta.”
“Yeah.” Chase laughed, although the sound came out a little off. Because the thing was, if he’d been an omega, he would have been fuckingsoaked. The whole quad would have been able to smell his slick.
Probably not what Noah meant.
Chase tugged Noah’s arm, leading him in the direction of their class, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Sure.”
If nothing else, being a beta let Chase keep his secrets close.
Even if he wasn’t exactly sure what those secrets were.
But as they walked into class, Professor Burke’s quiet words kept playing in Chase’s head.
There’s a good boy.
2
Killian
“All right, Killian. I have a question, and you need to answer with complete honesty.”
Killian took a sip of his whiskey, arching a brow at Devon, a hopelessly arrogant blond alpha and one of the few people Killian would call a close friend. “I’m listening.”
“Did the bartender piss in your whiskey?”
Killian took another sip of his drink, letting the smoky flavor roll across his tongue. He pretended to think it over. “Not to my knowledge.”
“Then what, exactly, is your problem? Your face is scaring away all the pretty omegas. And betas. And alphas, for that matter.”
Killian looked pointedly around the mostly deserted bar. It was still early on a Thursday night, and they were some of only a few patrons. Only one was someone Killian recognized from the club he and Devon both frequented, and he knew for a fact that Devon wasn’t interested in that particular omega.
Devon sighed, leaning back in his chair and loosening his tie.He had a penchant for dressing up in suits and then mussing himself up in a way that made him seem more approachable than he actually was. It was his way of luring his omega subs into a false sense of security before he pulled the rug out from under them. “Let’s go across the street.”
“I told you I’m not interested tonight.”
“You’re always interested.”
