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“Pardon—”
“I can put your number in mine so I can send you a link.”
I felt like such a moron in that moment. I was misreading everything and making a complete fool out of myself. I was on edge because of Callum, especially knowing he’d be expecting me any minute. I was anxious about being alone with him and for good reason. All I had to do was think back to what had happened the one and only time that I’d been alone with him. I walked away with an undeniable ache between my thighs and an overwhelming sense of satiation I had never gotten from anyone else.
“Here,” I thrust my cellphone toward him after unlocking the screen.
He quickly fired off a text which I heard come through on his end. “I have to get to class, but I have study hall right afterward. I’ll send you the information then.”
“Thank you so much,” I told him, then retrieved my phone and stuck it in my book bag. “I truly appreciate it.”
“Not a problem. I’m glad to have been able to help.” I smiled one last time, then turned to leave. “It was nice meeting you, Nicole.”
I looked at him over my shoulder. “It’s nice meeting you, too.”
I left the classroom and exited the building. A slight frisson of dread washed over me as I headed back toward Callum’s classroom. At first, I thought having back to back classes in neighboring buildings was a great thing, but as my steps slowed to a near crawl, I realized it might not have been so great after all.
“I need to see you in my office, Miss Courtland,” he ‘d said, and now the low tone he used had a total body shiver wracking my spine.
He’d called me a few things that night, but never Miss Courtland. It sounded so professional, and it let me know immediately where the two of us stood. He would likely ask me to keep our one night stand to myself, and possibly even ask me to transfer to avoid any potential conflict of interest down the road. It was for the best that I do both, but even knowing that filled me with a small amount of hurt.
I reentered the building and walked down to his classroom. When I stepped inside, no one was there. I wasn’t sure if he had stepped out for a minute, so I decided to go inside and wait for him. My palms were slightly sweaty as a fine sheen of perspiration now covered me. I was incredibly nervous. I set my bag down on top of the table and held onto the back of the chair to steady myself. I stood there for several minutes before grabbing my bag to leave. Before I even made it to the door, I heard his voice and winced.
“Miss Courtland, come with me.”
He’d asked me to come for him, and more than once, but never to the back that one night in Costa Rica. Well, maybe he had asked me to go upstairs with him. I shook that silly memory away because he was certainly not calling me back to his office so we could repeat what we’d already done. While in my other class, I’d figured out what he needed to see me about, so I was prepared.
I followed him into the back and once inside the confines of his office, I saw his degree from Yale, as well as one from the University of Chicago where we currently were. There were also pictures of him, and other men who were just as hot as he was. God, I was so screwed. I forced my gaze to leave those and I turned fully to him. I dropped my bag onto the floor and when I looked up, his piercing blue eyes were focused on me. I hadn’t even realized what color they were that night, but now I couldn’t unsee them.
“Y-you wanted to see me?” I stammered.
“You told me that you went to school in California. Was that a deliberate lie?”
I was taken aback immediately. I hadn’t really expected him to suggest that we pick up where we’d left off, but I had expected some civility from him. Maybe, I had even expected some niceties, but he cut straight to the chase and offended me in the process.
“Lie? I had no reason to do that.” I squared my shoulders. There was something off with his energy, and it was putting me on guard. The accusatory glare he kept flashing at me was beginning to make me angry.
“Let me guess, you recognized me from the society pages back during ayahuasca, and maybe even saw me on campus last year. You decided Costa Rica was the perfect place to trap me—”
“Why would I do that?” I interrupted. If I had recalled correctly, Callum had come on to me first.
“You recognized me as a Titan, and—”
“You’re a Titan?” I asked. I knew exactly what one was, especially when mentioned in the same breath as high society. Hell, I was a belle of high society in Los Angeles.
“So you do know what one is which leads me back to my original question. Was the talk about you going to college in California all a lie?”
I didn’t owe anyone an explanation, especially not him, but I muttered my response anyway. “No, I just transferred from Stanford.”
“I don’t believe you,” he responded, and it sent my ire rising.
“I don’t give a damn what you believe. I—”
“What do you know about the Titans?”
I looked at him as if he even needed to ask. If he was what he claimed to be, he had to know the Courtland name. As he stood there in a defensive stance, his impatience was shining bright and clear.
“My father’s one in Los Angeles, and my uncle is one in Man—”
