Page 13 of Cocky Professor

CHAPTER 6

CHLOE

"Hey, Chloe, right?" Ryker Norris slid into the seat beside me.

I glanced up from my laptop, and around the library before returning my gaze to him. The place was almost empty. Exactly the reason I came here so early in the day. I could work without being disturbed. Usually.

"Yeah." I said simply. I looked back at the screen.

"I've been trying to find a chance to speak to you," he said. "Either I've been busy, or you have someone else with you."

I exhaled softly and closed my laptop. "Or I'm busy," I suggested. Like right now. I gave him a meaningful look.

"That too," he said with no hint of an apology. "I won't take long. Talking I mean. If we were talking about something else, I'd take a long time. As long as necessary." He seemed very impressed with his own innuendo.

I picked up my phone to look at the time.

His smug expression faded. "I was hoping for a favour."

"I could tell," I said dryly. "I'm not getting under the table to suck you off." If Dane asked, I might, but not Ryker. He gave me uncomfortable vibes. Like he was in it for himself, without much thought for anyone else.

"It wasn't going to ask that, but never say never." He rested his elbows on the table. "I've been told my cock is tasty."

I snorted. "I'm sure you have." It might be true, but I thoroughly doubted anyone said that to him. "Does that actually work?"

"My cock?" he asked. "Of course it works. Very well, I might say."

I rolled my eyes. "I meant the line about your cock being tasty. Have you ever said that to anyone and had them get down on their knees to find out?"

He grunted softly. "Now you mention it, they haven't. What's wrong with people?"

"I have no idea," I said sarcastically. "How could anyone decline an invitation like that? You should have people lining up to find out."

"I agree," he said. "Either I need to tweak the invitation, or I need to offer it to different people. Tell me, what would it take for you to suck it? Theoretically." He raised his hands to me, offering me the floor. He seemed genuinely curious.

"More than that," I said. "But everyone's different. What works on me might not work on someone else."

He pressed his thumb to his bottom lip and looked thoughtful. "Good point. Would it work if I said 'shut the fuck up and suck my cock like a good girl'? In theory?"

"In theory, that would be more effective," I agreed. If Dane said that, I'd be on my knees in a heartbeat.

"Interesting, interesting." He nodded a couple of times. "I'll have to try that and see if it works. Just in case?—"

"No," I said. "The answer is still no. Did you want something else? I don't think you came over here to work on your pickup lines."

"I didn't," he said. "But if that works, I might be back to ask for more advice. For example, how do women really feel about hand necklaces?" He gripped his own throat with his tattooed hand.

I arched my eyebrows at him.

He lowered his hand. "Right. Yes. I came to ask a favour. I was wondering what kind of influence you have over Dane DiMarco? I saw you going to his office. He seemed to be anticipating you."

I shrugged. "We…know each other."

"So you're fucking?" Ryker concluded. "That explains why you're not into me."

It was certainly one reason for it, but not all of it. Which I wasn't going to bother to explain to him. I liked my men ambitious and as aggressive as he seemed to be, but he wasn't my type. I also preferred my men powerful. Faith and I had that in common.

"Whether we are or aren't, is none of your business," I said coolly. "What does this have to do with anything?"

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