The complete dismissal leaves a sour taste at the back of my throat, and my head starts pounding harder. My wound feels hotter, pulsing with discomfort, and the bandage feels suffocating.
Maybe that’s why I snap, “You expected me to work under you after you assaulted me?”
He doesn’t look up as he closes his laptop and gathers his files. “I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
“There was no fucking pleasure.”
“Language.”
“I had no goddamn pleasure whatsoever.”
He lifts his head, pinning me with stern dark-gray eyes. “If you keep indulging in vulgar language, I’ll terminate this conversation, Carson.”
“I said.” I release an exasperated breath. “I enjoyed nothing of what happened last night.”
“Your hard-on testified otherwise.”
“That was a physical reaction.”
“If you say so.” A smirk tilts his mouth, and I want to stab it and watch his blood spill at my feet.
But I just smile back. “Just so you know. Yulian, that you have the hots for, is crushing on someone else. So sad. For a prestigious professor, you sure don’t have much luck.”
My smile remains in place as I wait for the anger, the disturbance, but nothing rattles that look in his eyes.
The empty, dead look.
Hell, he showed more emotions taunting me than when I brought up Yulian.
It can’t be. He must be masking his reaction somehow.
Hehasto care.
Last night, he was fucking enraged at the thought of me touching Yulian.
But, at any rate, since I know his identity now, that gives me a lot of options to trap him like he trapped me.
Humiliate him.
Shatter him on my edges.
“If you’re done wasting my time and polluting my air with your revolting face.” He clutches his briefcase and starts to walk past me.
I don’t think about it as I grab him by the back of his collar. His smell overpowers my senses as I whisper in his ear, “Watch your back, Professor. You have no clue who the fuck you messed with.”
5
KAYDEN
Someone is staring at me.
No.
Glaring.
The vicious eyes skim the back of my head like a breeze—or more accurately, wind.
Turbulent, stormy wind.