Page 11 of Cocky Professor

CHAPTER 5

CHLOE

"He didn't?" Faith all but squealed.

I flopped down on her bed and exhaled. My frustration at my run in with lighter and the twins was finally starting to ebb away. Replaced with a blush at the memory of Dane making me come.

"He did. With his thigh."

My face heated, which was totally ridiculous. I wasn't all that experienced with sex, but I wasn't a virgin either. What Dane and I did was not that big a deal in the scheme of things.

And yet, it felt like it was. Remembering his hand around my throat made my pulse race faster. No one had ever touched me like that before. So possessive and dominant. I liked it more than I thought I would.

"And that's it?" Faith looked disappointed. "He didn't bend you over his desk and fuck you so hard you can't walk for a week?"

"I walked into this room, didn't I?" I asked. When she raised her eyebrows at me, I said, "No. No, he didn't."

"But he wanted to?" she asked. "And you wanted him to. Right?"

"We both agreed not to rush," I said carefully. That was technically accurate. We hadn't discussed sex, but we had agreed not to jump into anything too fast.

"What aren't you telling me?" she asked.

I sat cross-legged and told her about the conversation. She already knew about the situation between me and my sister, so there was no reason not to tell her everything.

She gaped. "Dane DiMarco wants to work with you? He's willing to piss the Brantley family off?"

"So it would seem." I shrugged. "If he was by my side, he'd have more power than he would working for them. Considering none of them seem to trust him, then that's not saying much."

"Do you trust him?" She sat down beside me and cocked her head. "Or did your clit do all the thinking?"

I batted her lightly on the arm. "You know me better than that. I know better than to get caught up in physical attraction."

"Do you?" she pressed. "He is fucking hot."

"If you're that interested…" I looked at her meaningfully. In spite of my own words, the idea of Dane touching her made me want to scratch both their eyes out.

"I don't poach other women's men," she said firmly. "Besides, I have higher ambitions than to marry a history teacher." She raised her hand before I could protest. "He wouldn't be a history teacher if he married you. But if he got together with me, that's all he'd be. I'm not the one with the influential family. Yet."

I frowned. "Should I be worried about what you're planning? You're not going to try to steal the Brantley twins from my sister, are you?" Although, I'd be completely behind her if she did. They could do a lot worse than Faith.

"I would, but they seem glued to her right now." She made a face. "No, I was thinking someone more influential."

"Like who? Don't say my father." I stuck out my tongue in disgust.

"It wasn't going to, but now you mention it…" She gave me a sly smile, which turned to a laugh when I kicked her in the leg. "Ouch. No, I wasn't thinking about your father. I promise. He's too old for me. No, I was thinking of pledging to become a filly."

That took me by surprise. After a moment's thought, I realised maybe it shouldn't. Like she said, her family wasn't influential. This would be one way for her to change that. And get lots of orgasms. It wasn't something I was interested in, but that didn't make it perfectly valid. Life was too short to judge other people on some things. This was one of them.

"I figured I might meet someone there." She shrugged. "I mean, it can't hurt, right? Once in a while they get an actual prince to join."

"Queen Faith of… Somewhere," I said. "That has a ring to it. Don't forget me when you're royalty."

She giggled. "I would never forget you. He might even have a brother. A younger brother." Then she'd be more powerful than I would. In theory anyway. A girl had to watch her own back. I appreciated that.

I snorted. "I don't think I'm cut out to be a princess. Not that kind of princess anyway." I was already a mafia princess. If my father had any biological sons, I'd probably be married off by now. To who, I wasn't sure. There were other single men in the Brantley family, if my father wanted to make peace with them. Otherwise, there were other families all over the world. Whoever they were, I doubted they'd want me either.

"You'd make an amazing princess," she declared. She shifted her position so she was also sitting with her legs crossed. "Are you going to try to talk me out of it? I know what you think about the Brotherhood. I was going to wait until I'm doing my masters anyway. I want to concentrate on my undergrad degree first. I don't want anyone thinking I'm just a pretty face. I have a lot to offer." There was no hint of bragging in her tone. She was just being honest and confident. I should try to be more like her, not my sister.

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