Page 23 of Hot for Teacher
“No.”
Killian’s swift denial left them in silence once again. Killian would maintain it this time. He’d said enough.
Except that damned hat covering Chase’s eyes was driving him crazy.
“I don’t like talking to people when I can’t see their face.”
Chase cocked his head, an unspoken question.
Killian gestured to Chase’s head. “Hat. Off.”
“Oh.” As if it wasn’t an unreasonable request in the slightest, Chase tugged off his cap and placed it on his lap.
There was no reason for his hair to still be silken and perfectly parted after being pressed down by a baseball cap all day. No reason at all.
For the first time since he’d arrived at Killian’s office, Chase seemed slightly on edge. He’d started chewing nervously at his lower lip. He had beautiful lips, full and pink.
Killian had never gotten to see them wrapped around his cock.
Killian pressed two fingers to the space between his brows. Hard.
“Sir … Are you all right?”
“What brings you here, Chase Adler?” Killian asked wearily, unconsciously repeating his question from the other night. The one that had started it all. “Are you looking for a repeat? After I explicitly told you once would have to be enough?”
Chase’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t respond. Somehow he didn’t even seem stubborn about it, just … calm.
Infuriatingly calm.
Spiced tea. Ocean air.
Unacceptable.
Killian grabbed a pen from his desk. Placed it back. Grabbed another.
“You will wait for my text tonight. You may drive yourself to my home, but you willnotbe leaving until the morning, when I can be assured that you’re returning home in an appropriate state.”
Chase’s pretty green eyes widened, as if he was startled by Killian’s words. What right did he have to be startled?He’ddone this.
“You remember where I live?” Killian asked tersely.
“Yes, sir.”
“Try. Again.”
“Yes, Alpha.” Chase had released his lower lip from the clutches of his teeth, and there was a small smile playing at his lips now. “I remember where you live.”
“Good. Come here.”
Chase rose, naturally graceful as ever. He came around Killian’s desk, his hat held tightly in his hands. Killian gestured for him to place the damned thing back on his head, and then he took one of Chase’s hands in his.
Killian wanted to stand, wanted to shove his face into Chase Adler’s neck. But he took hold of the beta’s wrist instead, rubbed his thumb there. Back and forth, back and forth.
“Your classes are going well?”
Chase nodded. “So far.”
“Good. Other hand.”
