Page 164 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
"Yeah, probably." I ran my fingers across the palm of his hand and up the inside of his forearm. "Any other reason?"
"If you have to retake classes you'll be in school forever."
"And that would bother you?"
"Yes, it would bother me." He pulled into the parking garage underneath his apartment building. He parked between two of his other cars and turned off the engine. "When you graduate I can finally have you all to myself."
He grabbed his sweatshirt out of the back seat and climbed out of the car.All to himself?When he opened the door for me, I grabbed his hand and we walked over to the elevator. After sliding his access card in the reader, the doors slid open and we both stepped on.
"Well after I graduate, I'll get a job. If anything, we'll probably have less time together."
"Maybe."
"You don't think I'll be able to find a job?"
"I didn't say that." He let go of my hand and leaned against the wall beside me.
"Then what do you mean?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I just meant that you won't really need to work."
"Of course I will."
"Not necessarily." The elevator came to a stop and Professor Hunter swiped his other access card through the reader. He lifted me into his arms and carried me into his apartment.
"So that's your master plan for after I graduate? You want me to stay in your apartment all day while you work? I'd be bored out of my mind."
"Well, it would be our apartment, not mine."
"No it wouldn't. I wouldn't have any money to pay for my half of the rent."
He laughed as he put me down on the couch. He knelt down on the floor beside it. "I have enough money for both of us, Penny. Besides, I don't rent this apartment. I own it."
"James...I'm getting a job after I graduate. I want to be able to provide for myself. I'm not going to mooch off of you."
He lifted up my tank top and kissed me right below my belly button.
"Hey, stop trying to distract me." I cupped his chin in my hand.
He was smiling at me. He found this conversation extremely humorous for some reason.
"It's a good thing I am young. Because now I have extra time to convince you that that's a terrible idea."
"Mhm. It doesn't sound that terrible to me right now," he said.
"Certainly you'd be sick of me by then anyway."
He lifted my legs, sat down on the couch, and put my legs on his lap. "No, I don't think so." He slowly unlaced one of my sneakers, pulled it off my foot, and dropped it on the floor. Grabbing my other foot, he repeated the process with my other shoe.
It was hard to talk about the future with him. I didn't want to discuss everything right now. But he was being so nonchalant about the fact that he was still married. He couldn't commit to me in his current situation, so what was the point of talking about it?
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"I'm guessing that means you are?"
"I'm starving."
"What would you like?"
