Chapter 3

• Selene’s POV
• “I told you I had connections,” Raymond whispered smugly behind me. “My dad’s a professor here. Welcome to the real world, Selene.”
• But I couldn’t hear him.
• It rang in my head over and over, The man I had slept with last night, the man I had stripped for, kissed, touched, moaned under.
• Good girl, take me... Fuck, Selene, you feel so good.
• I shuddered just thinking about how good he had felt, the naughty dirty things he had whispered in my ears.
• How was he a professor? No, what's worse is how he was Raymond’s father.
• No. No, no, no.
• My brain scrambled to catch up. Raymond had said his father was a professor, yes, but he never mentioned this school, or the department. I thought it was some old, bitter man locked up in an office somewhere. Not this man. Not the same man who had whispered “I want to fuck you” in my ear hours ago.
• Everything was blurry until his footsteps moved toward me. I held my breath. Was he coming to me? Would he say something? But he stopped beside Raymond instead, but his eyes locked on mine.
• "Hi Dad," Raymond grinned.
• “In this university, in this class,” he said coolly, “I am Professor Hart to you.”
• There was a small chuckle from somewhere in the room. He turned, slowly.
• “Does someone have something they would like to share?” His voice was calm, but it was so serious, it shut everybody up, including Raymond. “No? Then let me make this simple.”
• He stepped back to the front, took the marker, and wrote his name on the board.
• PROFESSOR JULIAN HART.
• “You may have heard of me,” he said, voice level. “If not, that’s your first mistake. Nobel Prize in chemistry Two-time Global chemical probes for Brain Research laureate. If you think I’m impressed by your entrance into this program, I’m not. You are PhD candidates, not children.”
• My throat tightened. The more he spoke, the more it hit me.
• I slept with a Nobel Prize-winning professor, my professor and my ex-boyfriend’s father.
• My body filled with panic.
• “Let me be very clear,” he said, scanning the room. “Being in this class means nothing if you can’t meet my standards. I’ve failed students in their final year before. I’ll do it again. I don’t entertain weakness. If you’re lazy, drop out now.”
• I held my breath when those beautiful green eyes landed on me again.
• “And to assess your worth,” he continued, “I’ll be conducting one-on-one interviews. Starting now.”
• His eyes flicked to the list in his hand then back at me.
• “The first student I’d like to speak to. Miss Selene Vale.”
• My heart dropped. Every head turned. Raymond chuckled under his breath, then leaned forward, grabbing my wrist just before I stood.
• “If you say anything about me to him,” he hissed, “you’ll regret it. I’ll make your life hell in this school. I promise you.”
• I didn’t respond. I yanked my wrist free and stood back straight, though my legs felt like they might fall anytime soon.
• The hallway outside felt suffocating. My heart beat really fast.
• Why was I afraid? Well maybe because, if Raymond, the most arrogant man I’d ever known, was this scared of his own father... then what the hell was I walking into?
• I stopped at his office door, took a breath and opened it.
• He was standing by the window with his back to me. He didn’t move when I entered until I shut the door behind me.
• “So,” he said, “the man who cheated on you, he’s my son.”
• I swallowed. “Yes.... Uhm professor,"
• He finally turned around to face me and God help me, I still wanted him.
• Why was he looking at me like that?
• “And you slept with me,” he said, walking towards me. “to get back at him?”
• “No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I didn’t know he was your son. I didn’t even know you were a professor. I swear, I didn’t recognize you or-”
• He stepped closer, glaring at me in anger.
• “You expect me to believe that you dated someone for seven years and never saw a picture of his father?”
• My mouth opened, closed then opened again. “Raymond never showed me anything. He talked about you like you weren't really in his life. I didn’t know...Julian..”
• He pressed his hand against the wall beside my head, caging me in. His body was pressed up against me and it set me on fire.
• “Don't call me that," he breathed, his eyes falling on my lips before looking up. "I don’t believe you."
• That irritated me. "Really, didn't you think I could be a student here either. The bar was on campus grounds!" I spat.
• His eyes flashed in anger. "Here’s what I need you to understand, what happened between us? It stays between us. If word gets out, you’ll be expelled. No one will care if you knew who I was or not.”
• My throat tightened. “You’re threatening me?”
• He leaned in, his breath brushing my cheek and my traitorous body arched in response.
• He hissed. “You think I want anyone knowing I slept with a student? My son’s ex-girlfriend? I could lose my job for fucking a student!"
• “I’m not exactly proud of it, either,” I snapped at him. What was it with all the men in the Hart family being assholes. “Do you think I want the whole school to whisper that I slept with my professor like I’m some kind of joke? They would think I seduced my way into a PhD."
• He didn’t answer. But the way he looked at me now wasn’t how he looked at me last night. Last night, he looked at me like he wanted to devour me.
• “Do you regret it?" I whispered and he raised a brow.
• "Regret what?"
• "Last night. Do you regret fucking me?”
• He sucked in air through his lungs and cupped my jaw. I gasped when he moved even closer, pushing a strong muscular leg between my thighs. My body throbbed. Without thinking I grinded on his thighs slowly, moaning when he leaned closer, almost brushing his lips against mine.
• "I don’t regret it.” He murmured and my breath seized, “I want to do it again.”
• I stared at him, heart thudding loudly in my ears.
• "Right now?" I murmured and he moved closer, so close I could almost taste him. My mouth watered, I closed my eyes, wishing he would kiss me already.
• "Yes right now. You would like that
• kitten, wouldn't you?"
• My eyes opened to see those sexy eyes on me. "Yeah,"
• "You would want me to take you against the wall, while students wait out there for me," He hummed, taking a strand of my hair and twisting it around his finger. "I loved seeing these spread all over my pillow while I fucked you last night,"
• I sucked in a breath, reaching between us to pull at his suit. I wanted him closer, much more closer.
• "Please," I panted when he wouldn't kiss me. His breath wanted my face, teased me, made me wet and needy and aching for him. Please just kiss me already.
• But he didn’t kiss me like I hoped he would. Instead, he stepped back, his hand dropped to his side and in a split second, the burning look in his eyes was gone while the cold mask was back on.
• “Dismissed,” he said coldly. “We’re done here.”