Page 49 of Dirty Little Saint

His gaze darts around the room as all the color drains from his face. “How long are you going to hold that one over me? I was not in a good place. But it was all consensual.”

I shrug. “I don’t really give a fuck if it was or wasn’t. Doesn’t make the video go away. But you know what does, Professor Handsy? You getting me that info. Today.”

“You… you’ll get rid of the video?” His throat bobs as it beads with sweat.

“Sure. That’s just one of them. But it’s probably the most incriminating. I’ll hang onto the others. That must have been one hell of a fucking summer vacation for you,” I taunt.

His cheeks redden again. “Fuck you, Thorn. Fuck you and your whole fucking psycho family.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Should I post the video on the Tenebrose page first? Or maybe I’ll start by emailing it to the dean.”

“No. Stop. I’ll get you what you want.”

Of course, he will.

“Good. I’ll meet you in your office in fifteen minutes. Don’t want any of your peers to see us leave together. They might get the wrong idea.” I wink and swipe his scone as he reaches for it, taking what’s left of it with me as I strut out the door.

I help myself to a swig of whiskey from the bottle I find in Harker’s bottom drawer and make myself comfortable in his chair.

He shuffles in, glaring at me. “You going to threaten me for having that in my desk too?”

I chuckle and set it down on the desk, leaving a whiskey ring on a stack of papers. “Nah. The dean keeps a stash of weed in her desk. Doubt she’d care about this. Man, this job really brings the addict outta all of you. I think you might need to get your dick sucked more.”

“I’m good on that, thanks.” He grumbles and curses under his breath as he fumbles with his coat and briefcase, getting tangled up in both.

I turn his laptop around to face him as I’ve no intention of getting up from his desk. I set my phone with the screenshot down next to it. “Search. Now. Tell me who this number belongs to.”

He sighs and leans over the screen. “It’s going to take a bit. This system is old. I can’t just do a Google search.”

I take another swig of whiskey. “You better get started then. If you’re not done in two hours, your pool orgy goes viral.”

He wants to punch me so badly. I can fucking feel it in the tension between us. The way he chews on his lower lip, preventing him from saying something he can’t take back. I’m a loose fucking cannon, and he knows it.

“Alright. Let me get to it then.” He sits down and begins typing away.

As my boredom quickly sets in, I start pacing around the office, opening up drawers and file cabinets. Not that I’d expect to find anything juicy in here.

“You’re going to kill whoever this is, aren’t you?” He doesn’t look up from the screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

I lean across the desk, so close he can feel my breath on his face. “Do you really want to know, Professor? Does that change things?” Like this fucking idiot is suddenly going to develop a conscious.

He peers up over his glasses, narrowing his eyes at me. “No.”

I chuckle. “Didn’t think so. Self-preservation always beats morality.” I take another long pull of his whiskey before slamming the bottle on the desk. “Fuck, I love this shit.”

I spend the next hour rifling through his stacks of books, critiquing them, and spoiling the ending of at least three that I can tell by the look on his face. Watching this man try not to come unglued is my new favorite pastime.

“Have you heard from your cousin, Libra, by the way? She’s not back at school yet.”

I shrug. “I don’t keep tabs on her. She’s probably waist-deep in designer bags, champagne, and fuckboys. I think our family gives this school enough money to allow her a few extra days of winter break.”

Maureen hasn’t heard from Libra either, but I’m not going to start worrying yet. My cousin is known for disappearing on benders for weeks at a time.

Dorian’s breath hitches, and he stops typing. “Fuck.”

My stomach knots. That did not sound like a good fuck. “Who is it?”

He snaps his laptop shut. “You… you don’t want to know.”

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