Page 11 of Emily: Hello Kitten
“You want them to worry about you?” he demands.
I pull out my phone and text a winky face. I shove it in his face. “Feel better now that you know you’re not special?”
He snorts and walks me to a motorcycle. I stare at it stupidly as he puts a helmet on my head and lifts me up to put me on behind him. “Hold on. If you’re going to be sick, I’ll pull over.”
That’s the last thing I remember before the drinks I had tighten their grip on me.
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Groaning, I sit up and rub my temples. My mouth tastes gross, my body kind of hurts, and my eyes don’t want to open. I flop back down and bury my face into the pillow until I notice that the pillow doesn’t smell right.
It doesn’t smell like lavender.
Drawing back, I blink a few times and realize I’m not in my own bed. I look down. My dress is still on, even if it’s bunched around my hips. My panties are on too. Okay, so I didn’t have sex.
Glancing around the room, my eyes widen as I recognize it. The dark green walls, the thick black curtains. I roll to my side and let my feet drop to the ground, feeling the soft, fluffy carpet under my feet.
Fuck. This can’t be happening. I can’t be at his place again…
I jump up and hurry to the door on my right. The sharp bathroom lights turn on and make me squint as I try to fix the mess that’s me, smoothing out my dress as much as I can, thencleaning the run-out mascara and opening the faucet to erase the taste in my mouth.
How the hell did I even get here? And why am I here? Wait… the texts. He came to get me—against my will, may I add.
As I tie up my hair, turn off the light, and wander back into the bedroom, I freeze. Adrian sits on his bed, his gaze fixed on mine. My cheeks heat as I keep my head held high, trying to act like it doesn’t bother me that I’m here, even though deep down, it kind of freaks me out.
His brow lifts, and I scoff, walking toward the nightstand to get my phone. Why is he making this harder than it should be?
As my feet hit the soft, fluffy carpet, he grabs my wrist and tugs me into his arms.
“Let me go!” I screech, unable to escape as he holds me tightly.
“What are we going to do about this, Emily?”
“There’s nothing to do,” I grumble, squirming on his lap. The more I squirm, the more his arms tighten around me. He’s holding me effortlessly despite the fact that I feel like I’m struggling for my life. The skirt of my dress pulls up to flash my black panties, and he lets out a sharp breath.
“I didn’t fuck you last night.” He pauses as his stare remains on my bare thigh. “Obviously, I can control myself, but if you’re going to tell everyone what we did, then I need to be aware. It’s against the rules and I could be fired and blacklisted,” he says without missing a beat.
“I only told my best friend. She won’t tell anyone. She thinks it’s because I’m too forceful with people,” I huff.
“Stop wiggling,” he warns.
“Then let me go!”
“I’m not going to let you go until I get a real answer. But you’re about to get yourself into trouble,” he warns darkly.
“Tell me how much more trouble I can be in,Stallion. I fucked you, my professor!”
“Stop wiggling or I’ll bend you over and spank you until you’re unable to sit in class on Monday,” he commands, that intense voice so hot and sure.
A sigh leaves me, and I stop moving. Somehow, he’s everything I want in a guy, except I’m not allowed to have him.
“There’s nothing to fix,” I insist. “We fucked each other, and we’ll forget about it once we fuck someone else. It was one time, not like a whole relationship or something.”
“So, you won’t tell anyone?”
Is that why he came to get me, only that? If I were going to tell anyone, I already could have.
“Oh, please, everyone but my bestie would say I was fantasizing,” I dismiss despite how hot my cheeks are.
