SIX #2
“Didn’t think you’d accept,” she shrugged.
“Well…” she trailed off, stepping closer.
Her demeanour had shifted. It was earnest now.
“Be careful with her. If anything happens, and you drag her down with you—I swear to fucking God, Professor Hale, I won’t hesitate to ruin your life as the Professor who slept with his student. ”
I hesitated with my response for a brief moment, unsure whether or not Dakota said anything to her, but before I could speak, she beat me to it.
“Enjoy the rest of the party,” she beamed and practically floated away with her drink.
My eyes immediately found Dakota’s, and I watched her put some distance between her and the random college kid that had been hanging on her skin. With a malicious gleam in her eyes, I could tell she whispered something devious in his ear before turning her back on him and heading inside.
Naturally, he followed suit. And so did I.
With the deafening music blasting all around me, I could barely hear anything else.
Dakota strutted upstairs, the dark haired man following right behind her. What are you up to, Dakota?
I couldn’t tear my eyes off her as my legs betrayed me by walking in her direction. I made it upstairs and there were couples sucking on each other’s faces everywhere, in every corner.
I could see Dakota’s little halo in the crowd, and I followed it, feeling my fists clench at my side. She wasn’t going alone into a room with him. I’d make damn sure of that.
I eventually reached the end of the hallway but she had disappeared. My eyes scanned the area, but I couldn’t see her.
My mind immediately raced to the worst case scenario. Her… alone in a room with him. Fuck no.
The muscle in my jaw ticked with frustration. The kids here were either high, drunk, or too horny to even know what was going on around them.
It was dangerous. And I didn’t like the idea of Dakota being here. Especially dressed like that.
A soft hand with black, long manicured nails rested on my chest, a smaller presence appearing behind me. I looked down at the hand, suppressing a smile. I’d recognise those nails anywhere.
She propped herself higher and brought her lips to my ear. “Looking for someone?” she asked, her voice dripping with arrogance.
She stood back down on her feet before slowly dragging her hand down my chest and to my tight abs. She stopped when she reached my belt, and I fought the urge to let her hand stay there.
With every ounce of strength in me, I removed her hand.
Her delicate voice filtered through the air. “Follow me,” she beckoned, not sparing me another glance, and brushed past.
Dakota’s long, silky black hair trailed down her back, stopping barely an inch above her ass. Heat licked up my spine
Her round ass that I had been tempted to take over my knee caught my attention and fuck, my dick slightly twitched at the sight. Her hips swayed, her hourglass figure doing torturous things to me. It was pathetic. I was pathetic.
The way she strutted through the crowd could bring any man to his knees. Myself included.
So, for the second time tonight, I was following her.
I kept my distance as she made her way down the stretched hallway. She didn’t look back. Not once. The little brat knew I’d follow her.
The music blared throughout the club, but all I could hear was my heart thudding in my ears.
I knew I shouldn’t be following her. I shouldn’t even be having these damn thoughts. But I wasn’t thinking clearly at all. The blood all rushed to one, fucking, place.
“What are you doing?”
It was as though I was snapped out of a hypnotising trance. Chase stood in front of me—condemnation etched across his face.
The question was clearly rhetorical. He knew.
Dakota rounded the corner, stealing a glance in my direction. She shifted her eyes to Chase and a devious little grin spread across her plump lips.
Her gaze met mine and she winked at me, disappearing from my vision.
“Logan—”
“You can watch,” I cut him off, brushing past him but he wrapped a firm hand around my upper arm to stop me.
“She’s the reason you wanted to come here tonight, isn’t she?” he asked and I pulled my arm from him but his hold only tightened.
“You can watch,” I said, much slower. “Trust me.”
With that, a flicker of realization flashed across his face. I pulled my arm from him, continuing in the direction Dakota walked.
I was younger than both him and Kaden. And sometimes they didn’t trust my intuition, or my decisions. But this time… they didn’t have a fucking choice.
The guys and I haven’t had a submissive since our last girl.
It was difficult to trust someone and let them into our life.
And it was even more difficult for all of us to be attracted to the same girl, at the same time.
But when I saw them, watching her, at the club, it just made things so much easier.
Naturally, they were hesitant and didn’t want it to be her, because she was my student.
But Dakota was special… and I won’t let anything or anyone get in the way of her being our perfect match. Even if it meant giving up my career.
As soon as I rounded the corner, I noticed the room at the end of the hallway. The door was slightly cracked open.
The rooms lining this hallway required VIP access, so when the bouncer in front of me met my gaze, recognising me, he easily stepped aside with a short nod.
I was hesitant to continue walking, unsure whether or not it was her.
Seconds later, I watched the most perfect little dark angel cross the room, and once again, I continued walking without a second thought.