Page 107 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

“I’m not a stalker. I’m not chasing you, Miss Weldon. I’mpursuingyou.”

“Professor...”

“Can I come in?” I ask.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you can’t,” Olivia replies. “Youshouldn’t even be here in the first place.”

“I don’t care.”

“But the rules...”

I raise a hand. “I don’t give a solitary fuck about rules. Especially when I want what I want.”

“And what is it that you want?” she asks.

“You, Olivia. Now let me inside. I’m curious to see your living situation.”

The girl smirks. “Is that a command, professor?”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s very hard to say no to you,” she whispers.

“Yes, I know.”

Olivia steps aside. “Okay, then. Come in.”

I take a long, slow look around her dorm room. It’s neater than I would expect from other college students. I like that about Olivia. Two beds. A little restroom. Takes me back to when I was at college, although my accommodation then was a lot more...expensive.

Olivia is blushing. She watches me inspect her room. “This place is nothing like yours,” she says in a tiny voice. “Not as big or fancy.”

“I don’t mind about where you live,” I reply, turning back to her. “All I care about is you.”

And then I kiss her.

My eyes drift over to her bed and to an open notebook with her handwriting in it.

“What’s this?” I ask, gliding toward it. I lift up the notebook and start to read.

I was reading Wuthering Heights in my room, and then there was a knock at the door…

Olivia commences a protest, but I’ve read enough. I’m fast. “Please don’t...”

“Too late.”

She reaches for it, but her hand can’t extend to mine. “You really shouldn’t...”

“Is this a dream about us?” I ask her.

“No, it’s nothing.”

“It’s more than nothing,” I remark. “It’s definitely you writing about a dream you’ve had. And this is certainly me you write about, this man who comes to you in the night. I like the sound of me in this. Dark and forceful.”

“Stop reading,” she protests.

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