Page 12 of Bad Boy Billionaire Protector

“Hello again,” he said in his buttery deep voice after stopping in front of me. He bent down to kiss me on the cheek. “I tried calling you earlier, but it just went to voicemail.”

I pushed my hair behind my ear, trying not to melt at his affectionate kiss. It was that good. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. My phone’s been in my bag all night. I didn’t realize you’d called.”

“It’s okay. So, what’s the talent been like? Any good?”

It took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about. “Oh, uh, the performers? Yeah, some have been excellent. In fact, Foxy here gave an exceptional performance of a poem he wrote.” I turned to my friends. “Everyone, this is Christos. He’s a grad student in Classics. Christos, this is Helena, Foxy, and Nathan.”

“Pleased to meet you all.” Christos nodded to everyone as I made the introductions.

The others greeted him warmly.

“So are you studying under Professor Owens?” Nathan asked.

“Yes. He seems like a stand-up guy.”

“He is. He’s awesome,” Foxy stated.

“Do you want to join us?” I gazed up at Christos, giving in to my desire to be with him.

His lips curved into a wide smile and he ran his hand through his hair. That simple gesture made me melt inside.This is ridiculous. Just watching that move makes me want to rub against him.

“I came with some grad student friends. Let me just let them know I’ll be joining you.”

He went up to his friends to let them know his change in plans. His friends looked over at our booth with interest, and then looked at me specifically for a few extra seconds. They smiled knowingly, slapped Christos on the back, and went to find another booth to sit at.

Helena reached over and grabbed my arm, hissing, “You’ve been holding out on us! Where did you find this guy? He is so hot! I would die if I had him teaching my Classics seminars.”

Foxy grumbled under his breath about not being appreciated.

Nathan just winked at me, clearly pleased to see me enjoying Christos’ company.

Christos came back to our booth and sat down next to me. As I shifted to make room for him, his leg knocked against mine, sending little sparks up my spine and in between my legs.Geez! What the hell was wrong with me?I was having the same reaction to him that I had the other night. I looked around at the others to see if they had noticed my reaction, but no one seemed to sense that I was on the verge of an orgasm just because Mister Greek God had sat down beside me.

He slung his arm across the top of the booth behind me. I couldn’t help but rest my head on his biceps.

“So, what have you been up to since we last saw each other?” He asked quietly in the intimate space created by his arm around me. He had a beautiful, sensual smile and his mesmerizing blue eyes focused on me made me feel warm inside.

“I’ve just been going to class and studying. What about you?”

“Pretty much the same. It’s an intense program, and my professor seems to like doling out assignments.”

“You have the venerated Professor Owens? I’ve heard nothing but good things about him. This lot here idolizes him,” I said quietly, our faces close together. I doubted that my friends could hear us.

“Most of the Classics students seem to idolize him. He’s certainly very charismatic and seems passionate about teaching Classics.”

“If only I had a professor that was as excited about their subject. My professors all seem very dry and dull this year. I’m hoping things improve as the semester goes on. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. Maybe my head’s just not in the game.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m sure things will get better as you go on. It’s only a few weeks into the semester.”

I looked at him and smiled. He was so right. “True.”

“So are you going to get up and perform tonight?”

“Me? No. No way. I don’t do performing.”

“What do you do?”

“I like to read, I like art, and I enjoy things like yoga and Pilates. Boring, I know.”

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