Page 303 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

DIANA COULD BARELYbreathe.

They had been going over her thesis steadily for the past twenty minutes, and while every second of it had been efficiently put to use, a part of her couldn't shake off the feeling that they were playing a game.

But as for what game...

Cuntcat and mouse?

Hide and seekthe banana?

Tic-fuck-tac-toe?

"Did you get that?"

Just one short question. Four simple words. And yet, with the professor so painfully close and looking so breathtakingly beautiful in his black turtleneck cashmere sweater and jeans...

"I...umm..."

He might as well be speaking gibberish.

"Could you please just stop staring at me like that?" she blurted out, giving up on any pretense of not feeling hot and bothered by the slow-burning heat in the professor's gaze.

She had been hoping the words would catch him off guard, but instead it only had him chuckling, and even this...something so dreadfully basic...oh sweet mercy, but even just the sound of his chuckle had her stomach clenching in what she knew by now was sexual desire.

"It's not a crime, is it?"

The purr in his voice almost made her want to whimper.I'm so out of my league, Saint M. Something must be drastically wrong, that every little thing he said or did had her obsessing over fornicating. With him, if that wasn't obvious enough.

Clearing her throat, she tried to focus on answering his question. "We're talking about, um, what my stand should be..." His knee suddenly bumped hers under the desk, and she jumped in her chair.

"My apologies."

But the way his leonine eyes were gleaming had her thinking,Yeah right.He had totally made that happen, and now her body was suffering a serious case of tingles because of it.

Seriously, Saint M. If you think I'm doing the wrong thing here, now's the time to let her know.

Clearing her throat for the third time, Diana tried to start fresh once more, but this time she spoke in a rush. "You were asking about my stand on Catholics who willingly chose death to save the greater good."

"Correct." The professor's tone turned brisk. "I strongly recommend you look up St. Augustine's writings on this matter."

"Got that." She dutifully added this to her TBR while telling herself she wasnotdisappointed about play time apparently being over.

She might have come here without her underwear, but it wasn't like she was really expecting anything to happen.

The professor had only been teasing, and she had known that.

Right?

"Diana?"

Color burst in her cheeks when she realized she had missed the professor's last words. "I'm sorry, Professor. What was that again?" She held her breath right after, bracing herself to withstand his usual avalanche of well-aimed barbs.

But instead, the professor only smiled at her. "I was talking about this part." She watched dumbly as he tapped the chart she had onPage 14...and that was it.

Maybe he was still sick, Diana thought worriedly,and he just didn't want to worry her?

The professor gestured to her Apple pencil. "You should label this part—-" His fingers tapped a section of the chart. "—-with your initials."

"Yes, sir."

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