Page 2 of Hello Kitten

“Ooh,” I breathe, almost groaning.

“I’m assuming that means you had a good time?” Beth taunts.

“Oh God, yes. He was so sexy and a bit older. Like maybe thirty? And he knew what he was doing.” I giggle.

“Everything?” she askssuspiciously.

I grin at her. “Well, I don’t remember dirty talk or anything but his intense green eyes, but that man ... oh, I’d love to do it again sober.”

She blinks at me a few times, considers it, and gazes around class.

I shove her. “What are you doing?”

“Just checking if there’s anyone here that matches your description.”

I shake my head as I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m sure he isn’t in our lit class.”

She nods. “Right,” she says and leans back in her chair as she chuckles. “I think this is a sign.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t start that again,” I groan.

“I’m serious! It’s a sign that we’re going to have a great year. Don’t pop it.” She points at me with a purple pen and her eyes drop to my cleavage.

Beth adjusts my shirt slightly, and I arch an eyebrow at her. “Yes?”

“You should hide your bite marks. Don’t bethat girlon the first day of classes,” she chastens.

Beth is all about modesty and keeping whatever happens in the bedroom a secret from the rest of the word other than me of course. But I don’t care. Let people look and wonder. I’m not ashamed of the fun I have.

“The professor is late,” she notes as she stares down at her watch.

I slump in my chair.All that rushing for nothing.

“Did you get a name and number this time?”

“I have a number,” I say victoriously as I unlock my phone. “But I’m sure his real name isn’t Stallion.” I laugh as I show her his contact information.

“Ew,” she notes, pointing at me. “Don’t tell me you actually call guys that.”

“I don’t have a name.” I shrug and am about to tell her some other details I remember when the door opens.

“Apologies for being late. Early mornings aren’t easy on anyone. Now, are we ready to dive into the syllabus?” the professor asks. “First things first, this is Reading Narrative 102. So, if you’re here for anything else, you’re in the wrong place.”

As our professor’s voice fills my ears, I slowly lift my head to stare at him.

No. It’s not possible. It can’t be.

Dark hair, those intense green eyes, a black button up that has to stretch around his biceps, a perfect pair of jeans, stubble on his face and ... and a bite mark on the base of his throat.

“Emily? Em, pull out your syllabus,” Beth hisses.

I melt into the floor. Because the second Dr. Adrian Hayes meets my gaze, he’s going to know I’m the reason he’s late this morning, that I’m the reason for the mark on his neck.

And that I’m now a problem. I’m definitely in trouble.

Beth tries to say something, but I grab her hand tightly. I almost choke out the words, but then Dr. Hayes stares our way, and I duck down to pull out my laptop.

What a way to start the year.

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