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He was dressed in the same crisp white shirt he always wore in class, only without the tie, and with several buttons unfastened revealing a stunningly muscular chest. My very inappropriate gaze drifted downward, noticing instead of his usual gray or black tailored trousers, he was wearing the sexiest pair of blue jeans I’d ever seen on a man.
As if God had sent him the fabric directly.
He smirked as he caught my heated gaze, giving me one of his own. I’d never seen the kind of expression he was wearing before. He’d always been cold, only showing emotions when he discussed a favorite dark work of art. But now, it was as if an entirely different side of him had surfaced, something dark and sadistic.
“Professor Saint,” I said, maybe a little too casually and with a tiny voice I didn’t recognize. Goosebumps peppered my skin from the light breeze hitting my wet clothes and the throb between my legs. No amount of chastising was going to make me feel any less salacious.
“You’re late.” His tone was also entirely different, more melodic, while being just as authoritative as usual.
“I apologize but my car wouldn’t start.”
He cocked his head, rubbing his fingers across his stubbled jaw. He had to be by far the sexiest man I’d ever met. I was blown away by just how gorgeous he was but did what I could not to allow him to know he made me nervous.
Like a kitty cat.
“Fine. Come in. We’ll make up for lost time.”
As I trailed through the house, I was breathless with wonder. Everything was insanely gorgeous from the hardwood floors in some exotic wood to the art on the wall. There was classical music coming from somewhere, the sound dark and as macabre as a Chopin piece could be.
He was certainly setting the tone for his proposed book.
As I was led into his study, he immediately walked to his desk, sitting on the edge. “Put your things over there.” He pointed to one of the chairs.
I did as he asked without question, trying to locate my voice and the confidence that had flown out the window.
“Turn around. Let me see all of you.”
“Um, o-kay.” I did what he asked and he sighed. I was thrown by the fact he’d unfastened the long shirtsleeves of his crisp white shirt. He took his time, rolling one sleeve then the other over his elbows and for some crazy reason, the action seemed like the sexiest thing I’d seen a man do.
Not that I had a lot of experience.
Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the tattoo, but it appeared the dragon’s beady red eyes were following me, observing as if I was unwelcome. Jesus. I’d read too much Poe over the semester.
Or maybe it was from the horror movies I adored, slasher flicks allowing me to relax.
“Slowly,” he growled. The single word oozed of authority, and the way his eyes pierced mine screamed he meant business. I was tingling all over, my inner core heated to a thousand degrees.
I was more than slightly flabbergasted, uncertain what he was trying to do other than to intimidate me. But I did as he asked, still grateful for the opportunity.
“Very nice. I approve, including the secretary outfit. Excellent touch.”
“Thank you, sir. Now, about?—”
I didn’t get to ask my question, the man growling out a command and one that shocked me more than anything else had in a very long time.
“We shall begin. Be a good girl for me and drop to your knees.”
CHAPTER 5
Sara
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” I was tingling all over, trying to keep my irrational thoughts in check.
My pulse was racing, my legs still trembling.
“From now on, you will address me as sir and only speak when spoken to. Is that clear?” Mr. Saint asked. The look on his face was dark, commanding.
I was more than flabbergasted, shocked when I found myself following his command. He was testing me. That had to be it.
