Page 18 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire

I hate him , Kassia thought the next day, her teeth gnashing as all eyes swung towards her at the professor’s words.

Hate him, hate him, hate him! And if this was what he meant by wooing, well, he had better take a refresher’s course in English because right now, what he was doing was the exact opposite.

In front of the class, the professor politely called her name. “Ms. Summers, shall I repeat it for you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, speaking in Italian right after, his delicious accent making her toes curl even as she continued to hate him. “Could you please translate it?”

She said unthinkingly, “Zihwik jerfniv acknix.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped.

Even the professor blinked at her.

“I, umm, translated it to Russian.”

The professor spoke to her, in what seemed like Russian. The real one, and not her own made-up version. The class laughed, and her cheeks turned a dull shade of red.

“You only have to say you need extra lessons, Ms. Summers,” the professor said ever so gently. “You may sit down.”

Dozens of hands shot up.

“I think I need extra lessons too, Professor,” one of the girls seated in front said hopefully.

As Kassia sat down, she heard the girl next to her say sulkily, “You’re such a sly one.”

With a start, she realized that the girl seemed to think she had deliberately played dumb just to score a private lesson with the professor. Looking around and seeing more glares her way, she realized that everyone else seemed to think so as well.

Politely ignoring the clamor for private lessons, the professor resumed his lecture.

The other girls resignedly lowered their hands when it became clear he wasn’t going to make another offer.

When the bell rang, the professor bid them goodbye.

Walking back to his desk, he ruffled through his papers and said without looking up, “Ms. Summers, if you could stay behind?”

Kassia, who had just stood up, sat back down and was again treated to another round of furious glares.

Alessandro lifted his head only when all the other students had left. The sight of Kassia scowling at him made his lips curve. “You are mad?”

Her scowl deepened, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Did she know how tempting she looked when she was mad?

Ceasing with the pretense of going through his students’ assignments, he tossed the papers back on his desk.

He watched them fall and found himself wondering if he would again earn the right to toss Kassia on to the desk and make wild love to her?

A lightning bolt of lust struck Alessandro at the thought, but he swiftly sought control over his body. He had promised he would woo her, and that was what he would do. It was a small thing to do, after what she had suffered in his hands, but he also knew it was what Kassia would want the most.

Probably.

Insecurity, unfamiliar and irritating, bit at him. He struggled to keep his voice even as he said, “I wanted to have an excuse to spend more time to be with you – just you.” His dark green eyes held hers. “Do you not want this, too?”

“Umm...” Her head was still reeling at the professor admitting to wanting to spend time with her – just her, he had said. Just her!

The professor’s gaze was still on her.

She couldn’t make herself admit he was right, so she changed the subject hastily. “Are you really going to give me a private lesson?”

The professor’s lips suddenly twitched. “It depends,” he deadpanned, “on what kind of lesson you’re thinking about.

” His heavy-lidded gaze caressed her as he spoke, and Kassia covered her mouth in case her gasp slipped out.

If it had been anyone else, the line would have sounded like a stupid cliché, but somehow the professor made it work.

In fact, it worked so wonderfully she was mortified to realize that she could feel herself becoming wet again.

This calls for another change of subject , she thought frantically. “Umm...” She said the first thing that came to her mind. “What are you going to do tonight?”

“Lie in bed,” the professor said promptly, “and think about the exact kind of lesson I want to give you.”

Heat blossomed in her cheeks. “Professor!”

Wickedness gleamed in his eyes. “Next question?”

A question hovered on her lips. What had made him change? He hadn’t been this open at the start, hadn’t said he wanted her even once. She badly wanted to ask the question, but she didn’t have the courage to do it yet, and so she settled for something safer.

“Tell me more about your family.”

Alessandro frowned. He had not expected that at all. “Why do you want to ask?”

She shrugged uneasily.

“You want to know more about me?”

Guilt flashed in her eyes.

He almost laughed at how easy Kassia was to read. “I won’t answer if you don’t tell me why,” he teased huskily.

“You’re still mean,” she accused him. “Didn’t you tell me you were going to...” Kassia stopped.

He leaned back against his chair, making no attempt to hide his amusement. “Didn’t I tell you I was going to what?” he asked innocently.

“ You know. ” Crap, she should be mad right now, the way the professor was toying with her, but she was so stupid, she felt like she just wanted him to play with her more.

The innocence remained in his gaze. “No, I don’t.”

She took a deep breath before muttering, “Woo me.”

“Was that so hard to say?” The professor’s tone had suddenly turned disarmingly gentle, and her mood instantly swung from irritated to infatuated. Crap. Crap, crap, crap. She was so easy to play with.

A shadow fell over her, and she almost jumped in her seat. “How do you do that?” she demanded. He made her feel deaf, with the way he so easily crept up on her.

Ignoring the question, he took her hand and pulled her up. When their eyes met, he said quietly, “I still have one minute left with you before my next class arrives.”

She blinked up at him.

“What do you wish us to do with this last minute?”

Her heart beat hard at the question. Her body knew exactly what she wanted to happen, but she just couldn’t make herself say it. She could only look at the professor, her eyes cloudy with a mixture of wariness and desire.

Kassia bit her lip, hoping that the professor would consider it answer enough.

He did.

Alessandro kissed Kassia. Her lips parted without him asking, and their tongues mated. But it didn’t feel enough.

Fifty seconds.

He lifted her up, and her arms and legs wound around his body, her pussy fitting right above his cock.

Forty seconds.

He moved them towards the wall, and once her back touched the hard surface, he ground his lower body against hers. She moaned against his mouth even as her legs locked more tightly around his waist.

Thirty seconds.

The sound of footsteps reached him, and their time together dwindled.

Five seconds.

Alessandro reluctantly pulled away, lifting his mouth and lowering Kassia back to her feet as he did. A mewl of protest escaped her, and he brushed his lips against her forehead in apology. “We’re about to have company.”

Kassia blinked in confusion. She blinked again, and the professor was already behind his desk.

“You may go now.” The professor didn’t look up as he spoke, students from his next class entering the room at the same time.

She told herself she shouldn’t be hurt. The professor was only doing this so people wouldn’t talk about them, wouldn’t know that they were...playing. Her mind understood, but her heart didn’t.

As she reached for her bag, her phone beeped, and she took it out. Without looking at the professor again, she headed for the door while switching her phone on to read her message.

It was from the professor.

Don’t forget I belong to you.

“HE’S GETTING TO YOU , isn’t he?” Ellie looked at her friend knowingly.

They were having lunch at the cafeteria.

Or at least she was. Kassia hadn’t touched her food once.

She had been too busy gazing at her phone.

She was biting her lip in seeming indecision, but there wasn’t any mistaking the sparkle in her eyes either.

Kassia was happy...even if she clearly didn’t want to be.

Also, it didn’t seem like she heard a single word Ellie had said.

Kassia heard her friend laughing, and she looked up guiltily, realizing too late Ellie had been talking the whole time and she hadn’t heard a word of it. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Her gaze swerved back to her phone as she spoke. She couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Did he text you again?” Ellie asked finally.

Slowly, Kassia shook her head.

“Then what?” Ellie was exasperated.

Kassia hesitated before saying almost guiltily, “He added me on Facebook.”

Ellie was surprised. The professor had struck her as very old-fashioned in many ways, and she knew she wasn’t the only one in school who thought that. It didn’t seem like him at all to have a Facebook account.

“Did you accept his request?” Ellie asked.

Kassia nodded. “And you know what I found out?” She paused then said in a rush, “He just created the account yesterday, and I’m his only friend.”

“Are you sure it’s not his second account or something?” Ellie cautioned.

“I don’t think he’s the type to do things like that, don’t you?”

Ellie nodded, seeing Kassia had a point. “So...what exactly is your problem?”

Kassia didn’t want to say it.

Ellie frowned. “If you’re waiting for me to second-guess your feelings, don’t hold your breath. I’m your best friend, but I’m not like you. You know how I feel about love and stuff.”

Kassia watched her friend daintily eat her sandwich, and Ellie couldn’t have made her point any clearer by doing so.

Eating, sleeping, studying – Ellie could do all of this because she wasn’t struggling with the throes of love.

Those same things used to be easy for Kassia, too.

..until she had fallen for the professor.

Her phone buzzed against her palm, and she almost dropped it in her shock. It was her Facebook messenger, a message notification flashing on the screen. She told herself it would be better to make the professor wait—-

But no, her fingers had already moved on its own accord, tapping the screen so she could see the rest of the professor’s message.

What are you doing right now?