Page 45 of Give In

“Then why’d I just get an email from my friend, Broderick Myer?”

He said the name like I should know it, but I was drawing a blank. “Who?”

“The head of the Poli Sci department at UM.”

“Oh.”

More like, oh shit.

“Yeah. Oh.” His brow arched again when I remained silent. “Care to explain that?”

“Not particularly.”

“Care to explain why he asked about an inquiry that came through over the weekend?”

“Not particularly,” I repeated.

“Then would you care to explain how I should answer his question of why someone who thinks the way you do wants to transfer to his small college?”

“Not particularly,” I repeated for the third time, really sticking with my evasive strategy even though it was the equivalent of fighting an inferno with a squirt gun.

“So, then why, when I warned you there’d be consequences if you tried to leave, did you decide to do exactly that?”

I put my hands on my hips so he wouldn’t see them trembling. “Because that’s my decision to make.”

“And that’s what you want? To transfer to a shitty college upstate?”

“Or someplace, yeah.”

“Did you apply elsewhere?”

“None of your business. Now back up, I’m late for class.”

Professor Caine didn’t move, except to put his palms to the door by my head. “Why does it matter? You’ll be transferring soon anyway.”

“What’s your problem? Last week you’re yelling at me to get out, but now today you won’t let me go?”

“Is that what this is about?”

“Yes! No!” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “I was already planning on moving.”

When I opened my eyes, I saw his were narrowed. “You said you weren’t going to transfer.”

“No,yousaid that. Now let me get to class.”

“Not until you agree to withdraw any applications.”

“What? No!”

“I’m not fucking around.”

“Well neither am I. First, you ignore me. Then you talk to me, but only to be a huge asshole. You yell at me to leave, and now you’re trying to force me to stay?” Realizing I was shouting, I lowered my voice to a fierce whisper, “Just stay the hell away from me.”

“I told you to leave so I didn’t fuck you on my damn desk!” he snarled right before his mouth was on mine.

This time, there was no coaxing when his tongue demanded entrance. His hands went into my hair, holding me to him.

My hands went to his chest with the intention of pushing him away, but then he tugged my hair. A dull ache of pleasure-pain spread across my scalp, shooting an electrifying jolt straight to my clit as if there was an invisible string connecting the two.