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I stood in front of her and ran my fingers along her collarbone. “Just so you know, this is one night and one night only. You will not see me again after tonight.” My words sounded harsh, even to myself, and I waited for her to run out of the room in tears. However, all she did was nod lightly. Her eyes darkened, but she remained there staring back at me, accepting my words. I grew angry. I wanted a response from her.
“Answer me.” I stared into her eyes and leaned into her. “Do you understand?”
“I understand.” Her voice sounded a
The sex was hotter than I thought it was going to be. Lola had given herself with abandon and she had really let go as I fucked her. My cock was still hard thinking about how wet her pussy had been as I entered her. I could still hear her whimpers in my ear, and I could still feel her fingernails as they scratched down my back. I closed my eyes as I thought back to her touching me when she was sleeping. She had cried out my name and woken me up as her fingers squeezed and teased me. My body had reacted in one way and my brain had panicked. I’d been rude on purpose. I’d known she wouldn’t appreciate me insinuating she was a prostitute, but I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want her to become attached to me, and I knew that women became attached after sex. I wanted her to know that I was off-limits. I wasn’t the good guy. I was just a virile man who wanted her. I had needed to convince her of that as badly as I’d needed to remind myself.
Chapter 5
“Lola, are you sure you’re okay?” A
“We have to go.” I gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. I’m not in a unique position, you know. Many people have had disastrous one-night stands. It’s almost a rite of passage for women these days.”
“But he just sounds like a real jerk.”
“A jerk I’ll never see again.” A brief ripple of disappointment ran through me as I pictured Xavier’s face. I told you that I was stupid. Only a stupid idiot would regret the fact that they wouldn’t be seeing the guy who’d called her a prostitute again. “There’s no need for us to miss the pre-class meet-up with all our new classmates. Especially since I already missed the opening exhibit for my first class.” I bit my lip. “I’ve got a bad feeling that the professor is going to ask us about his talk and call on me and I’m going to have to come up with some lame excuse as to why I don’t know the answer.”
“Just tell him the truth.” A
“Really, A
“Well, maybe not.” A
“Yeah. I don’t quite think he’s going to be impressed with that excuse.” I giggled as well. “Not unless he’s got a perverted sense of humor.”
“Well, maybe tell him you got sick or something.” A
“It’s fine,” I groaned. “I’m not pregnant. I’m pretty sure I’m fine. I looked online and I wasn’t in a fertile period.” I groaned. “I can’t believe I just said fertile period.”
“Okay, good.”
I groaned at myself. “I can’t believe I didn’t ask him about a condom,” I sighed.
“I think your mind was on other things.”
“Yeah.” I shook my head. “I can’t deny it. He was so hot. And he had a way with his hands.”
“Oh, Lola, you’re so bad.”
“I know.” I laughed and fluffed my hair as we came to the restaurant we were meeting our new classmates at. “But that was the temporary new me. I’m back to being regular boring Lola now.”
“But we’ve only been in London for one week now,” A
“Well, bad Lola’s already gotten into too much trouble.” I shivered as we walked into the restaurant. “I’d rather just enjoy our time here and the classes and have some i
“I’m totally going to get laid by some hot English guy.” A
“Oh, A
A
“There they are.” A
There was a huge poster on a stand next to the table that read “Welcome to London, students of the world!” I trembled with excitement as I surveyed the group. It wasn’t as large as I had thought it would be, but perhaps that was good. There were fifteen students there—ten girls and five boys.
“Oh my God, I’m in love,” A
I checked out the guys to see which one she was talking about and my eyes co
I quickly looked away from him to survey the other guys and to see who A
I knew who A
“Isn’t he hot?” A
“A
“Hey, girls. Are you part of the Study in London program?” A tall blonde smiled widely at us as we nodded. “Great, I’m Henrietta. I work at the university and I’ll be your liaison. What courses are you both taking?”
“I’m doing art history.” I smiled back at her. “And A
“Welcome, welcome. You’re going to love the art history course. Did you catch the museum exhibit and talk on Friday? Wasn’t it fabulous? I’ve already got my Bachelor’s, but I’m signing up for the course again just for fun because Professor Van Romerius really knows his stuff. I mean, imagine learning about art from a man who owns most of the pieces he talks about. And he’s so gorgeous. I will not have trouble getting up in the morning to look at that face.” Henrietta rambled on and I bit my lip, worried she was going to ask me if I had attended. I tried to think about what I was going to say, but then she turned towards A