Page 23 of Tempt Me

“Fallon!”

I blinked, shaking my head and rubbing my eyes. When I opened them, the girl was gone.

“What the fuck?” I said.

I had a pounding headache, and when I looked up at the sky, the rain clouds had gotten super dark, the light from before was waning, and I could see the moon peeking over the sun’s last rays.

“Fallon?” The masculine booming voice was closer now.

I looked down at my foot, and the paper I had was gone, too.

Did I imagine my encounter? Did I imagine getting information on my professor? What the fuck was going on?

The thunder grumbled, and rain started dropping down and smacking into the fallen leaves, making little popping noises as the raindrops got stronger and heavier. I sighed and leaned against the tree. My hair was soaked. I shoved my Quick Shot camera into my shirt to protect it from the onslaught of freezing raindrops.

“Thanks for that,” I spat to whatever god was listening.

I saw his fancy shoes gleaming in the moonlight before I saw his face. His white button-up was soaked from the rain, making his tattooed body visible underneath. Holy fuck, this man would win a wet T-shirt contest any day.

No, stupid vagina. You’re mad at him.

Professor Masters stood next to the tree trunk I was leaning on, scowling down at me from his massive height.

“Are you punishing me?” he said with disapproval in his tone.

I scoffed. “Don’t assume my actions are about you.”

He folded his arms, making his muscles even more visible in his drenched button-down.

“You’re an idiot,” he said, getting down to my eye level.

I forced a fake smile as strongly as I could muster and wiped my hands over my face to get off the cold rain that had fallen all over my skin. Glancing at my hand, I grumbled at the black smeared all over it…my makeup had to be fucked to hell from the rain. I probably looked like a dying raccoon’s ass.

“Thanks. Am I lucky, or do you insult all your library lays?”

His jaw clenched, and I clearly struck a nerve, making me smile.

This asshole didn’t get to gloat about that. I was hot from the room in which they kept the rows of those stale, old books. That was all. It felt better in that stuffy-ass library with fewer clothes on. So, I would have been that way, regardless.

However, his words bounced around in my brain involuntarily. ‘Wanna scream, Little Voyeur? I’ll make you scream.’

God, I could still taste his precome in my mouth.

“Let’s go,” he barked, yanking the strap from my camera up and me along with it.

I growled at his demands and yanked my neck away from him.

“What makes you think I have to listen to you?” I mocked, about to plop my ass back down and wait for the crazy lady to bring me back my article.

He looked at me, a dangerous glint in his crystalline green eyes.

“If you don’t get your ass off the ground and walk like a good girl,” he warned, getting close enough to my face that I could taste the rainwater dripping off his lips. “Then I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you back.”

I started to snort but then realized Professor Masters wasn’t the kind of man to make false promises. Still, I knew my book bag made me at least fifty pounds heavier, and the extra protection of his body from the rain would maybe save my camera from too long of a rice bath.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I challenged the need to bolt from the threat, raising the hairs on my neck.

“Try me, Little Voyeur. Try me.” He smiled a dangerously sadistic smirk. “I’d love to get a front-row view of what I did to you.”