Beautiful Mistake(37)

“What are you doing?”

I acted innocent, pretending I was oblivious. “I’m standing here waiting for you to tell me what you wanted to talk to me about. Isn’t that obvious?”

Caine frowned. “You know what I mean, Rachel.”

“I don’t think I do.”

His response was not verbal. Instead, his eyes started at my feet and raked up my body. It was a slow, intense, heated gaze that made me want to squirm. But I didn’t. Somehow I managed to stand tall and even pulled my shoulders back so my breasts were more prominent. When his eyes finally made their way up to mine, I returned his stare, not giving an inch. I was pretty damn proud of myself.

“You can’t come to class dressed like that.”

I looked down. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“It’s distracting for the male students.”

I arched a brow. “For the male students?”

He folded his arms across his chest. “Is there an echo in here?”

My hands went to my hips in full don’t screw with me mode. “There is nothing wrong with what I’m wearing. It’s a sundress and sandals. I’m not even showing any cleavage.”

Caine’s eyes dropped to my chest. I might not have been showing any cleavage, but the dress was thin, and I felt my pebbled nipples protruding.

“I can see the outline of your nipples.”

“It’s cold in here.” My initial reaction was to want to cover myself, but…fuck him. I thrust my chest forward a little more. “You know what? Your pants were so snug a few weeks ago, I could see your outline. Why is that okay, but seeing my outline isn’t?”

Caine’s eyes rose to mine. His voice was hoarse. “You were staring at the outline of my cock?”

“It was right in front of my face. I couldn’t help but look.”

He took a step closer, his nostrils flaring. “Did you like what you saw, Ms. Martin?”

I have no idea where it was coming from, but I wanted to keep dangling a red cape in front of the raging bull. Rather than reply, I ran my tongue across my top lip. Slowly. His eyes followed in pursuit.

The way his chest was heaving up and down, I thought he might blow. It made me feel fearless and empowered. You don’t want to be with me? Good. But here’s what you’re missing, Professor West.

“Don’t ask for something you don’t want, Rachel. I’m warning you.” He took a step closer, invading my private space.

His pupils were dilated, and he looked angry as hell, but there was something lurking just beneath his dark gaze—desire.

I tilted my head coyly and leaned in. “Who says I don’t want it? I’ve seen the outline.”

Caine’s jaw flexed while I waited with my heart hammering inside my chest. I held my breath as he reached for me, the blood swirling around inside my ears so loudly I couldn’t even hear my own gasp as his hand gripped my hip.

I braced for it…waiting for a string of frustrated curses I would have sworn were coming, waiting for his mouth to crash down on mine.

But instead, it wasn’t Caine’s voice I heard.

“Professor West?”

Oddly, I’d heard the door creak open at the top of the lecture hall, it just didn’t register in my brain until a few seconds later when reality smacked me in the head.

Caine stepped back. He walked to his desk and cleared his throat. “Ginger—Professor Ashby. Can I help you with something?”

She looked back and forth between us. “I was hoping I could speak to you in private—about a student. But if I’ve come at a bad time?” She pointed to the door that was now behind her. “I can come back later.”

“No. It’s fine.” He looked at me sternly. “Ms. Martin and I are finished.”

For a moment I was still in shock from the rapid change of events. But that didn’t take long to morph into anger. I looked at him with disgust and spoke under my breath so Professor Pink wouldn’t be able to hear me.

“Are you serious?”

He lifted his bag. The desire so openly on display just two minutes ago had been quickly shuttered over. He spoke under his breath. “We’re done here, Rachel.”

The bastard had dismissed me already. Well, screw you, Caine West.

I walked up the stairs with Caine a safe distance behind me as we made our way to Professor Pink—only today she had on an aqua suit. Apparently Ginger liked color. My guess was she liked to stand out in a sea of black-wearing New York women.

As I reached the top of the stairs, she smiled at me. “I love your sandals. But must be tough walking through campus in those heels.”

I offered a broad, phony smile in return. “Thank you. But I only had the one class today. I wore them for my date.” I turned to Caine, spread my lips wide, and gave him a chance to check out my teeth. “See you Friday, Professor West. I don’t want to keep Davis waiting.”

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a second glance before I was out the door.





Rachel



My mood was effectively ruined. Screw you, Caine West, I’m going to have a good time with Davis even if it physically hurts. I took a few minutes in the car to settle myself before going into the restaurant. Looking up at the sign, I realized Davis had picked a place we’d been to together during our short period as a couple. Roberto’s had incredible food and was romantic, with an olden-days type of feel. I wondered if he’d picked a spot with those memories on purpose.