Page 107 of Tempting the President

At my answer, he said huskily, “Then your place it is.” He tipped my chin up, and I blinked at the hard look in his eyes. “Later, I’ll be waiting outside your class. And then I’ll make you mine.Got it?”

The fierceness of his voice made me shiver, and even if I was normal and able to speak, at that moment, it would have been impossible to. That look...that voice...those words...

I nodded. It was all I could do.I got it.

We didn’t say a word after that, Kellion only holding my hand as he walked me to class ten minutes late.

“Don’t tire yourself too much. You’ll need every bit of your strength later on.” He paused. “You might not be able to go to school tomorrow, too.” The apologetic note of his voice put me on guard. Every time he spoke like that, it usually meant something bad.

But then Kellion didn’t say anything else, actually left it like that and started walking away.

I hesitated for a second before going after him, tugging on the back of his shirt.

Kellion glanced over his shoulder, surprise visible on his face when he saw me. “What is it?”

I took out my board and wrote,WHY WON’T I BE ABLE TO GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW?

He blinked. “But I told you the last time, didn’t I?”

I cocked my head to the side, bemused.You did?

Kellion shook his head, silently chiding me for being so forgetful. “Baby, did you think I didn’t mean it?”

I shook my head.Meant what?

He bent close, his breath caressing my ear as he whispered, “I’ll be fucking you really hard all night,terataki.You probably won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow.”

And then Kellion was striding away again, but this time he was whistling, loud enough to make everyone gape at him, cheerfully enough for everyone to notice the strong air of male satisfaction about him.

I hurried into the room before people started wondering what exactly I had done to make Kellion Argyros act like he had just won the lottery.

God. This. Biker.

Chapter Nineteen

Dear Ashton,

You know I love you, right? But you also get it that my heart is so big that other people can fit in it. Right?

I’ll give you your favorite chocolate later if you say you understand.

Love, Big Sis

THE LECTURE HALL WASshrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the PowerPoint presentation projected on the white screen. In front of us, the professor was still talking, her back to us as she explained about art forgery and why we shouldn’t even include it in our vocabulary. I was pretty sure she had a lot of good points, but most of it flew over my head since—-

My eyed strayed towards the clock mounted on top of the board.

Ten minutes before class ended.

My teeth clenched.I hate you, Kellion Argyros.The darn biker had turned my life into one big countdown.

I forced myself to concentrate, but it was near impossible. The professor was speaking in English, but I felt like I had suddenly turned Brazilian-Japanese and I couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Time continued to move ever so slowly, and I tried not to fidget in my seat.

*head desk*

But the thought wasn’t enough, and I slowly lowered my head to my desk.