Page 29 of Vexatious Queen

“I know, but no one can, not even you. Not yet anyway. I don’t blurt my feelings out like verbal diarrhea,” he growled, grabbing his untouched backpack and standing. Without another word, he marched for the door.

I packed my bag quickly and went after him. Mr. Romanovich didn’t notice or didn’t care that we were leaving. Nash was halfway down the hall to the doors.

“Nash,” I said, but he didn’t stop or slow down. I ran to catch him before he left the building and grabbed his arm. “Nash, stop.” He did, but he also didn’t look at me. “What is wrong? You’re worrying me.”

He slowly tilted his head down.

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

“Try me. We’re supposed to be a team now, but I can’t help you if you keep me in the dark all the time.”

“Fuck, I can’t do this right now,” Nash growled, pushing through the door.

I let him go and watched him trudge through the snowstorm, unsure which was more volatile. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my sweater tighter around my shoulders and followed him out into the blizzard.

By the time I reached the dorms, I was soaked and shivering. Yanking open the door to the foyer, I let out a small scream as I was grabbed and spun around. In a blink, my back was against the wall, hands trapped over my head while Nash pressed his body into mine.

“You literally drive me insane, Princess,” he growled, before kissing me.

The chill from the storm was forgotten as my body heated from his touch and the world narrowed to him. He was as dangerous as the water he loved so much and just as easy to drown in. Releasing my hands, Nash cupped my cheeks, deepening the kiss and making me moan.

When we finally came up for air, I realized people were walking past us, giving us side glances as they went.

“Ignore them,” Nash ordered, and my eyes locked onto his. “I can’t tell you what’s going on with me right now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t tell you. I just need a bit of time to wrap my head around it first. Okay?”

“Okay. But just remember, I’ll never be a trophy wife. So you had better get used to me being involved and having an opinion, or this will never work.”

His lips turned up in a devilish grin.

“Say it again.”

“Say what again?”

“That you’re my wife, that you’re mine,” he whispered in my ear, and goosebumps rose all over my body, making me squirm.

“Your ego deposit has already been met. I only say it once a day,” I teased, and he chuckled.

“Fine, but for the record, you’ll always be my trophy.” He tipped my head up with his thumb, and his lips hovered over mine. “My sexy trophy that I’ll never stop worshipping.”

My husband was too damn tempting. I thought about taking him up on his offer to go upstairs, but the PA dinged. We both looked at the speaker above our heads when it called my name.

Nash looked at me, his face sobering.

“What is that about?”

“I don’t have a clue,” I said with a shrug. “I’ve never been summoned midday to the office.”

Nash linked his fingers with mine.

“I’ll go with you,” he said.

My nerves took over as we walked to the office. People watched us go like they knew the secret I didn’t. We stepped inside, but before we could say a word, Dean Henry’s voice came from our left.

“Come on in,” he said.

Dean Henry looked up when we came in and seemed surprised to see the two of us.

“Nash, you don’t need to be here,” Dean Henry said, but Nash tightened his grip on my hand.