Page 9 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire

T here were three girls inside the professor’s dining room, all of them bearing strong resemblances to each other, but they weren’t identical.

Even if she hadn’t seen any of their photos on the Internet, she would have easily guessed their identities, considering how they looked like softer and prettier versions of Alessandro Moretti.

“You don’t have to talk to them,” he told her under his breath, even knowing that his sisters could hear him.

“But I want to,” Kassia whispered back as they walked towards the table. “They could be my future sisters-in-law, you know.”

The words caused Alessandro to trip on his own feet. Ahead of him, he heard his sisters doing their best to suppress their laughter.

Beside him, Kassia mumbled in a small voice, “Sorry.”

Telling himself he would just have to punish his little chick later and teach her about not saying things that could give even someone like him a heart attack, Alessandro had to be satisfied by scowling at Kassia before turning to his sisters.

“Kassia, these are my sisters.” He sent the three girls a warning glance as he spoke.

Unlike Alessandro and his brothers, the trio had led a fairly sheltered life apart from humans.

He hoped to God they remembered enough about their lessons not to say anything strange.

Trying to her best to overcome her shyness, she said with a tentative smile, “Hi.”

"Hi there," Girl #1 said perkily. "I'm Esmeralda, the middle sister."

"Emilia," said the youngest-looking of the three with a smile of her own.

"And I'm Estrella," the last girl said, her tone just as shy as Kassia's.

"Kassia is a student in my class," Alessandro inserted.

Introductions over, he asked his sisters flatly, "Now, tell me.

What are you girls doing here?" While waiting for the girls to answer, he pulled out a chair for Kassia, placing her next to Estrella.

She was the eldest and most quiet of the bunch, and hopefully that would save his little chick from too many questions.

Esme rolled her eyes at his question. " Duh. What do you think?"

Emilia said eagerly, "We came here as soon as we caught her scent—-" Then she realized what she had just blurted out and her lips formed an 'O' of silent dismay.

Kassia turned red at the words. Didn’t that mean Emilia thought she stank ?

And that they wanted to protect their brother from.

..her odor? She didn’t think she smelled that bad, but maybe rich people had a better sense of smell.

That, or they thought anyone who didn’t wear thousand-dollar perfumes smelled gross.

Either way, Kassia just wanted to sink into a heap of embarrassment on the floor. All this made one thing clear: Alessandro Moretti's sisters hated her. It was the only reason the girl would say what she did.

Sensing her brother’s killer glare, Emilia gulped and stammered, “I mean, I mean...” She looked at her older sisters for help, unable to think of an excuse.

Esme came to their baby sister’s rescue, trying to change the subject by telling Kassia with a beaming smile, “Do you know you’re the first girl our brother’s ever brought to our home?”

“Oh yes,” Estrella jumped in. “You must be super special to Alessandro.”

This time, all three girls felt their brother’s terrifying glower land on them, something that all three also resolutely did their best to ignore.

Kassia immediately forgot all about her awkwardness. "Am I?" Maybe she was wrong , she thought hopefully. Maybe she had just misunderstood the professor’s sister’s words. Maybe rich people just had a weird way of talking or something like that.

Emilia was nodding fervently in agreement. Wanting to paint her brother in the best light possible, she said earnestly, "He's not into women much..." And then she paused, realizing belatedly that she had, once again, said the wrong thing.

Kassia's head snapped towards Alessandro, shocked. Was the professor...gay?

But...how could that be? How could he be gay when they had done... things ?

Alessandro's teeth gnashed.

The sound escaped Kassia's human hearing, but to his sisters, it was loud, furious, and beyond frightening. They jumped out of their seats in unison, knowing that escape was their only option now.

"Oh, look at the time," Esme said airily. "I think it's time to watch our, umm, favorite show. Shall we go, girls?"

"Yes, definitely," Estrella said firmly even as she pulled their baby sister with her in a protective fashion. Alessandro was still bristling, his disapproval of them palpable.

As the sisters hurried out and the doors closed behind them, Emilia asked worriedly, “Do you think he’s going to ground me?”

“Not now, but maybe later.” Esme pretended to think. “He might be planning to bite your head off after his guest leaves."

Emilia snorted. "That girl's not going anywhere tonight."

Estrella was confused. "How come you're so sure?"

She shook her head at her older sister's obtuseness. "You really didn't notice? Alessandro was so totally smitten it's almost funny—-"

A horrible sound remarkably like fangs grinding in anger reached them from the dining room, and all three girls stumbled.

CRAP. Emilia felt like peeing in terror. She had forgotten that Alessandro could hear her perfectly since he was not human like his guest.

"Kill me before Alessandro does," she begged her older sisters. "Please!”

"UMM, PROFESSOR?"

"Yes?"

"You’re glaring at the door."

Alessandro hadn't even realized he was doing it until Kassia pointed it out.

Telling himself he would have to murder his baby sister later, he looked back at Kassia with a grimace.

"I'm sorry, Kassia." He thought of a way to explain Emilia's behavior in a way that would make sense to a human and was unable to conceive of any.

Finally, he said, "My sisters usually have better manners. "

A pause, and then she asked in a small voice, "Do I really smell that bad?"

“Of course not.” Sternly suppressing his urge to smile, he said gently, "On the contrary, you smell good enough to eat."

The words thrilled Kassia simply because the professor wasn't the type to dish out compliments so easily. Even so, her doubts weren't completely vanquished, and she said haltingly, "But your sister said—-"

"My sister's high on something," he finished. "Ignore her."

As the professor spoke, the other set of doors in the dining room opened and a pair of attendants walked in, one of them pushing a trolley ahead of him.

Kassia was dumbfounded when one of the attendants came to her and, picking up the artfully folded napkin from the table, whipped it out with flourish before laying it on her lap.

She waited for the attendants to finish serving them soup.

Once they had left the room, she asked, "Do you guys always eat like this? "

"Generally, yes." Alessandro raised a brow. "You don't like the soup?"

"Oh, I like it," she assured him hastily, never mind if she didn't really understand what the attendant had said earlier about the soup. All she could remember was that it was French and it had sounded good.

When the professor reached for his spoon, she did so as well, gingerly taking a sip. It was surprisingly flavorful, in a good way, and Kassia happily dug in.

Alessandro savored the pleasure of watching Kassia eat. She had the most wondrously innate sense of grace, making her every movement appear elegant. He watched her lips part and he wondered how wide her mouth would open. Would his entire cock fit—-

The spoon paused mid-air. "You're staring, Professor."

Wanting to see how she would react, he said silkily, "I'm just wondering if you could open your mouth wide enough to take my cock."

Kassia's hold on the spoon loosened, and the tiny amount of soup on the spoon ended up splattered on her face.

Alessandro laughed.

Kassia gasped, the professor's amusement enabling her to quickly add one and one to make an embarrassing two. "You just said that to shock me, didn't you?"

"I did," Alessandro confirmed unashamedly, his lips still curved in an amused grin.

Before she could react, the professor reached for his napkin and began wiping her face dry.

And the shocks kept on coming, Kassia thought dazedly, the professor's unexpected action rendering her immobile in her seat.

"There," the professor said huskily as he laid his napkin on the table. "All clean now, I think." His eyes narrowed. "Or not. I think I must have missed a spot..."

"Y-you did?" she asked faintly.

"Yes," he answered seriously. "Over here..." But instead of pointing, the professor leaned forward and licked the corner of her lip.

Kassia died . She really did. The professor could not have done that. He just couldn’t—-

And then she was hearing the professor murmur gravely, “I think I must have missed another spot.”

The professor leaned forward once more, and his tongue licked the same spot.

Kassia died a second time. Not wanting to be resurrected, she said dazedly, “Maybe a third time. Just to be, umm, really sure?”

The professor’s eyes gleamed, but his tone remained concerned as he said, “I understand.” And the professor's tongue touched her skin for the third time, and the heat of that one tiny contact was enough to make her entire body shudder.

The professor was licking her. Licking. LICKING!

Her eyes drifted closed. “Perhaps,” she whispered, “it’s not clean enough.”

And in answer, the professor said very pleasantly, “ You wish .”

Her eyes flew open.

The professor had leaned back against his seat, his elegantly handsome face perfectly bland. She might have been tempted to believe that she had imagined the whole thing if not for the wicked amusement gleaming in the professor’s gaze.

She glared.

His laughter rang out. Leaning forward, he traced her lips, murmuring, “Not until you pass, Ms. Summers. Do that, and I’ll lick you all over.”