Page 16 of The Professor: Ep. 2
“And why is that?”
He stayed silent for a minute, his gaze flickering to the saloon as we passed the doors in plain sight. No one I knew stood outside. And even if they did, I doubted they’d notice me in the car. It was dark, and the exterior would attract more attention than the interior passengers.
“Because you’re not like other girls,” he finally said as he turned onto another road. “If you were going to tell someone about us, it would already be done.”
I digested that silently and nodded after a beat. “True.” I had no one to tell. Nor did I want anyone to know. It was my secret, and I intended to keep it.
We drove in silence, the intrinsic comfort between us mounting with each passing breath.
He didn’t ask me what happened back at the bar. Just as I didn’t voluntarily speak about it. And something about that was perfect, the way we merely existed in our own little bubbles of bliss without letting anything else penetrate our solace.
Maybe it was all in my mind, some sort of fantasy-like escape that I allowed myself to fall into, but it completed me in a way that left me feeling free.
I relaxed into the plush leather passenger seat on a sigh and closed my eyes, letting him take me wherever he wanted to go.
He turned on the music, the classical tunes not at all what I’d picture a man like Maddox Kane listening to. And yet, the soft tones suited him, as did the mounting crescendos and lower hum of the piano strings.
Elegant.
Beautiful.
Intense.
All three adjectives I would use to describe the enigma himself.
When the car began to slow, I finally opened my eyes to find us in an affluent area outside of Nashville. My eyebrows inched upward. The surroundings, coupled with his car, reminded me that Maddox Kane was no ordinary professor. Because this location wasn’t one he should be able to afford as a first-year, or even at ten years.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he pulled into a driveway that led to a four-car garage.
My realization of just whom I sat next to only heightened as the door began to open.
And reveal three more sporty vehicles inside.
Billionaire.
He’s a billionaire.
It didn’t matter that he hadn’t taken over his father’s organization; he probably had a trust worth more than my father’s lifetime income.
“Kayla?” he prompted.
I considered lying and just shrugging it off, but that felt wrong. We’d been truthful with each other from the start. Perhaps not forthcoming, but always honest. To stop now would do us both a disservice. “I’m having a moment.” I met his gaze. “You’re, um, a lot more than just a professor.”
He frowned as he pulled into the garage to park. “What do you mean?”
I waved around us. “This isn’t something a first-year professor should be able to afford. Pretty sure my own dad can’t afford it as the dean.”
He turned off the car and looked at me. “Does that change things?”
I shrugged. “No. Just needed a minute to digest it.”
“Only a minute?”
I pondered that and slowly nodded. “Yeah, your money isn’t what’s going to give me the best sex of my life, Professor.” I smiled at the thought of his promise. “I’d prefer to focus on that.”
He studied me for a long moment. Whatever he saw in my expression seemed to appease him, because he reached out to wrap his palm around the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I unclicked the buckle around my waist, giving me more freedom to move. He took that as an invitation to yank me over the shifter and into his lap, one hand remaining on my neck while the other landed on my thigh. I shivered as he inched his touch upward to skim the lace of my panties beneath my dress.
He growled in approval, causing me to want to question why, only to have my thoughts silenced as his kiss turned possessive.
