Page 91 of Unapologetic Obsession

“She’s eighteen, and I didn’t say anything.” She glanced at Poppy again. “Unless you’re interested?”

I shook my head with a small smile. Say what you want about Sophie, but her lack of filter could distract you from the worst things in the world. I almost forgot about being deflowered by my professor.

“Ignore her,” Amelie told me. “It’ll never happen.”

Sophie grinned wickedly. “Why don’t we let Poppy decide?”

Poppy was calculating something, I could tell by the way her jaw was set and her steady eyes watched Sophie. At long last, she said, “Let’s discuss it over winter break.”

Sophie made a face at Amelie. “See? Not everyone’s a prude.”

“I’m not a prude.”

“Oh, yes, you are. You’ve been with, what, exactly one man your entire life?”

“It’s better than soliciting people for a threesome before breakfast.”

I let out a laugh, but the turmoil swirling inside me swiftly snuffed out any sincerity behind it. Perhaps being surrounded by people I loved could soothe the chaos inside me, and I could deal with my problems on a different day.

Sophie ignored Amelie and shamelessly flirted with my cousin, brazenly selling her on the idea of a threesome with some mystery man.

I wanted to interject. After all, Poppy was like my baby sister. But I suspected she was humoring Sophie because of a hidden agenda. Poppy could turn any situation to her favor; it was Sophie who should be on guard. Not to mention, I was hardly in the position to offer sex advice.

Just like that,hereentered my mind. The chatter from the group faded into a dull murmur, becoming indistinct noise. My mind had been scattered since yesterday. No matter what I did, my thoughts slipped back to our tryst.

Professor Maxwell’s aggression.

The way he overtook my body.

His eyes that glinted with lust.

“She’s so shameless,” Amelie whispered. “I can’t believe she’s propositioning your cousin with a threesome right in front of you. Poppy’s barely eighteen. Shouldn’t we do something?”

“What?”

Amelie watched me with narrowed eyes. “Okay, seriously. What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you acting so weird?”

“I’ve just been a little spacey. That’s all.”

“Hm.”

“What were you saying about my cousin?” I asked to distract her.

“I was asking if we should rescue her from Sophie’s clutches.”

My lips curved. “I don’t think Poppy’s the one that needs rescuing.” Sophie had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of an oversized frame out of the corner of my eye, and my smile dropped. There were only two people on campus with such builds. My heart nearly exploded in my chest, and I stood up so quickly I was surprised my chair didn’t knock over.

“Where’re you going?” Amelie asked, frowning.

I glanced around the café. Professor Maxwell wasn’t here. I must be imagining things like earlier. “I’ve got to make a call,” I told her, needing some fresh air.

I grabbed my bag and headed outside the café…and collided right into a solid wall of muscles. I let out a muffled shriek and staggered back in shock. A possessive hand grabbed my elbow to steady me, the touch deceptively soft yet unmistakably firm.