Page 63 of Knotty Lessons

Leo

Making a Point

Fuck,Scarlettlookssofragile, curled in on herself as she sleeps in Jonah’s office closet. Out of all the places, I wasn’t expecting her to choose this. It’s a tight squeeze for me, so I crawl in and lay on my stomach. I slide my arm under her and spoon her.

“Dirty girl, can I carry you to your room? I think you’ll like what I’ve done.” I kiss her earlobe, feeling her stir. “It’s okay if you don’t want to go. I get it.”

Whimpering, Scarlett grabs my hands and pulls me closer, rubbing her nose to my wrist, scenting me. “Will you bring all this stuff too?”

“Of course. I’m at your service. Whatever you want or need. There are no limitations when it comes to taking care of you.” I wiggle my way back until I have enough space to sit up. Scarlett doesn’t even move as I slide my arms behind her legs and around her back, picking her up with her small pile of blankets and pillows. My balls tighten, spotting one of my shirts tucked in her collection. She’s not in heat yet, but it’s going to happen anytime. She needs to get as much rest as she needs. I can already tell it’s going to be intense. I feel it deep in my bones. In my emotions. I’m already rutting, and it takes all my willpower not to just camp out with her. There’s too much to do. Usually, we’d have to put in a notice, but no one wants to cause any more suspicions. Douche Clearwater might not have much on us, but I’d prefer not to deal with him.

My phone buzzes from my pocket, and I hold Scarlett in one arm and pull it out with the other. She snatches it from my fingers.

Litdude: Your presence has been requested in the Athletics Department. You’re to assist Dean Clearwater with the active investigation. I’ll meet you at your office.

I grumble deep in my throat.

Litdude: Bring Scarlett. The dean wants us to make a point. I’ll take her to class with me after.

Scarlett purses her lips, silently reading the messages. She taps her finger to the screen, messaging Jonah with my phone.

Me: There’s only one way I’m leaving this house. I need food.

Litdude: Don’t worry, my forbidden beauty. You won’t have to speak to anyone. I’ll have lunch ready as well.

Scarlett clutches the phone as I carry her the rest of the way to her suite and to her bed. I abandon her to grab something for her to wear from her wardrobe. Her shadow falls over me, and she hugs me from behind.

“What is all this?” she asks, peeking at the mountain of blankets, pillows, shirts, towels, and whatever the hell else I could easily steal from everyone.

“My effort to lure you out of Jonah’s office,” I say, grinning at her. “Hopefully, it’s acceptable.”

She laughs and hugs me tighter, clinging to me so I can’t turn around. “It’s perfect...but now I don’t want to leave. I want to bury myself and sleep for the rest of the year.”

“But then, however will you seduce Jonah? Teach him a lesson for even suggesting you go to class when you’re not a hundred percent yourself. I can’t sit and feed you, snuggle you, or give you full-body massages if you’re listening to him explain why the blue bedding in whatever old-ass book you’re reading is a metaphor for the author’s loneliness. He should just accept that it’s the only color the writer could think of and it means nothing.”

Scarlett giggles, her melodious voice wrapping around me in a comforting melody. “I’ll tell him that.”

“You’re going to be sexy as hell while doing it, too. Make him regret his poor decisions of both denying you his cock and torturing you with discussions.” I dangle out the plaid skirt I snuck into her wardrobe for...other purposes. “What do you think?”

Scarlett raises her eyebrows. “Sounds like we’re going to both get in trouble.”

I laugh. “It’ll be worth it.”

“Thank you, Professor Hart, for joining me today. As I’ve already informed your coach, there has been an anonymous reporting that brings me great concern. I’ll be issuing drug tests to the entire team.” Dean Clearwater stands in the locker room, his arms folded across his chest.

Scarlett hides behind me, and I tug her along, motioning to my office where Jonah stands and waits.

Murmurs erupt from the football team, and I remain expressionless. I recognize the two alphas who crashed Scarlett’s birthday party immediately. Rage swells through me, and I grind my teeth, fisting my hands.

“Would any of you like to come clean about your usage? If you do, the consequences will not be as severe. I only do this because I care about this team and our school,” Dean Clearwater says, pacing in front of the bench where the mixture of betas and alphas sit at attention. There aren’t many alphas on campus, but the ones who enroll tend to need a more narrowed education outside of Alpha Academy. Or they’ve run out of options because they’re fuckups like Chaz. I know it’s why he pretended to be a beta when these douches don’t.

“I’d like to come clean about something.” The smug asshole from Scarlett’s birthday, the kid I remember named Chris, smirks at me. “I won’t pass the fucking drug test because Professor Hart was the one to encourage the ’roid usage.”

The poor idiot has no idea what he’s just gotten himself into. It’s exactly what Adrian had told the dean would happen.

“Yeah, Dean Clearwater. I didn’t want anything to do with it, but he made us,” the other douche says, the one I have no fucking clue what his name is. I don’t even think he’s been on the field this year.

Dean Clearwater glances at me before turning back to the football team. “I find that hard to believe, considering I have trusted evidence that says otherwise. If you insist on accusing the Athletics Director, then you’ll be immediately expelled. Would you like to redact your accusations?”

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