“You sure about that? You seemed like you liked getting punished last time.”
Her eyes flashed in my direction, and her cheeks flushed.
“Did you like what I did to you?”
She bit her bottom lip as a response.
“Answer me.”
“I’m… not sure.”
“You’re not sure if you liked me almost making you come on my fingers?”
She frowned. “I liked the way I felt, but I didn’t like the way I felt after.”
“How did you feel after?”
“Ashamed,” she whispered. “Dirty.Used.”
“Maybe that’s how I wanted you to feel.”
She didn’t reply to that. She looked back at the floor, her shoulders slumping forward in defeat.
“When you took your seat in class today, you let Chase sit next to you, knowing I told you not to fuck with him. Why?”
She swallowed and tried tucking her chin to her chest.
“Chin up,” I ordered. She did as I said.
“Because I wanted you to feel just as frustrated as I’ve been feeling lately.”
“So you were teasing me. Testing me.”
She nodded miserably, a tear leaking down her cheek.
I said nothing for a long beat before speaking. “I have another class to teach. I will meet you back here this afternoon.”
“I have a shift this evening. I won’t be able to come here this afternoon.”
“A shift? Where?” I frowned at that information.
“I work at Max Velocity as a waitress.”
Great. She was taking orders in a tiny skirt and tight top for a bunch of fucking frat boys and popped collar douchebags.
“I didn’t realize you’d have to work me into your schedule.”
“I have to work. If I don’t, I’ll get kicked out of my apartment. I’ll have to leave school.”
“Your parents didn’t leave any money for you in their will?”
She clenched her jaw. “I won’t get any of it until I’m twenty-one.”
“And that useless brother of yours won’t provide?”
“He would if I asked, but I know he’s not in the position to. He’s trying to buy a new house. He’s going to be a dad.”
I clenched my jaw. Of-fucking-course he was. Mr-Fucking-Perfect with his perfect life. The life he’d stolen from me withher.
