Page 6 of Forbidden Valentine

“Are you going to…? Do I have a better chance if I throw myself out now or…?”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, flashing me a smile.

“I just killed someone,” I say.

“You did. Do you feel bad?”

“No. I just don’t want to go to jail,” I say. “Thank you for coming to help me.”

“You’re welcome, Mila,” he says gently.

“Why did you come so fast?” I ask.

“Because I knew you needed help.”

“No, I mean… Why do you care?”

“Honestly?” he asks, and I nod. “I… care about you. When you said you were going on a blind date, I was worried. You seemed nervous in a bad way, so I wanted to make sure if you took me up on my offer that I was there to help.”

“But why…”

“Because I like you, Mila,” he says bluntly. “Do you know how hard it is to sit in that class and talk about the female anatomy when all I can picture is you on my cock?”

“I… did not expect that to come out of your mouth,” I laugh.

“I can be a bit too blunt and abrasive, so please forgive me for not being… sensitive to the situation,” he says. “I do care, and it breaks my heart that he hurt you, but… I have to filter, I guess.”

“Oh… because you mentioned wanting to touch my female anatomy twenty minutes after a tiny dick predator raped me?” I ask.

“I don’t know how I feel about that wording,” he laughs.

“Wanna know a secret?” I ask.

“Sure.”

“I think you were literally made from angel tears. You are so damn attractive. I would let you touch my female anatomy, Professor Vega.”

“You, little missy, are a brat,” he says with a smile. “Anyone ever tell you that before?”

“Mmmm. No,” I say. “Well… you have.”

“I’m going to get myself in trouble with you, Ms. Hart,” he says with a tone I recognize, only now I know it’s flirty.

“Really?” I deadpan. “My rapist is in a tarp in the back of your truck on the way to become pig feed and you wanting to touch my lady parts is what you think will get you in trouble?”

“Alright. You’ve got to call it something different,” he laughs.

“Okay,” I smile. “You think that you wanting to try and fuck the brat out of me is bad, even though there is a dead guy in your truck?”

“Love, the dead guy isn’t the one in my classroom three times a week or the one I want to bend over my desk and fuck every time she makes an excuse to be alone with me… and for the record… There is no try about it. I will fuck the brat out of you,” he says seriously.

“Good luck,” I say with a grin.

Chapter Three

We stop in frontof a barn and Gunner jumps out and comes around to my door. When he gets me out, he goes into the barn and brings back a cart. “We just need to get him on the cart and inside,” Gunner says. I nod and help pull Charlie off the tailgate and onto the metal cart. He is face up now and his eyes are wide open and foggy. “He looks nicer this way,” I say simply. “All the evil has escaped.”

“It’s with his soul in hell,” Gunner remarks.

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