Page 25 of Hot for Teacher
Prince cleared his throat. “Sorry, I was just making sure I hadn’t misread my phone. Thought I was talking to Devon for a second.” There was the sound of him setting something down, either a laptop or a beer bottle—both were equally likely. “How stupid are we talking here?”
“Potentially-blowing-up-my-life kind of stupid.”
Chase may not have beenKillian’sstudent anymore, but he was still an undergraduate student at Killian’s university. A situation that wasn’t explicitly forbidden but not exactly approved of. It might have been a different matter if Chase were a grad student, but as it was, if he wanted to make trouble for Killian, he most definitely could.
Not that Chase seemed like the troublemaking type. More like the “sit pretty on his knees, suck cock like an angel, and thank his alpha for the opportunity” kind.
Fuck, Killian wanted to see that. He wanted to put Chase Adler on his knees and fuck his face. Wanted him to hold Killian’s cum in his mouth and not swallow until told.
“Well?” Killian barked as he rounded to the corner of theparking lot where his car waited. He needed some sense knocked into him, and he needed it now.
“Am I supposed to be the voice of reason here?”
“Yes. Obviously.”
“Are you sure? Me?”
“It’s you or Devon.”
“Fair enough. I say …” Prince stopped there, clearly pausing for suspense. Killian was surprised he didn’t go for a drum roll while he was at it. “… Go for it.”
Killian resisted the urge to kick at his car. “Son of abitch.”
Prince cackled brightly on the other end. “You had to have known.”
“I despise you both.”
“Poor Devon. Not even on the call and still catching heat. Should I get him on the line? I feel like this hissy fit of yours is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
Killian whirled, pacing in the other direction. He wasn’t ready to be seated. He needed … movement. “This is hardly a hissy fit.”
“For you, it might as well be.” There was the sound of Prince pouring something. “So you met someone.”
“In a sense.”
“A fuck-up-your-life someone.”
“Potentially.”
Prince took a loud sip of his drink. “God, I’d kill to meet them.”
“That isn’t happening.”
“A photo?”
“I need better friends.”
“Glad to be of help.” Prince took another loud sip. He was smacking his lips on purpose; Killian would bet his life on it. “Listen. You’re loaded, you’ve got a good professional name for yourself, and you’re not particularly attached to anything in your life. Go. Blow it up. I’m just happy to see you actually invested in something for once.”
It was the exact opposite of the kind of pep talk Killian needed.
He hung up the phone.
Killian made his way back to his car and got in, starting it and then sitting there with the engine running. It didn’t seem wise to get moving just yet. Vehicular manslaughter wasn’t a charge Killian was looking to add to his résumé.
It was time to look at the facts.
Killian had fucked Chase, and now the beta was under Killian’s skin. Killian had attempted avoidance and then had caved at the first sight of him. Exercise as a substitute for sex was well and truly out. Killian had tried to speak to a voice of reason, but apparently he didn’t know any of those.
