Page 54 of The Villain We Tempt

But I’m not stalking herjustbecause I think she’s hot.

I’m fixated on Galina because ofVelvet Villainess. I’ve seen that other side of her. I’ve peeked beneath the good girl mask and seen what hides beneath it.

Now, I realize thateverythingI’ve done so far…and will probably continue to do…is the most psycho way possible to show it. But the truth is,I like her.

A lot.

I frown.

Did I push too hard the other night? Move things along too fast? I’m pretty sure Galina is a virgin, and she was clearly a little out of her depth taking my cock in her mouth. That said, there’s no way she’d never given head before.

Still, she seemed off when she left that night. And she’sbeenoff ever since.

I need to know why, so I can rectify it. To do that, I’m…escalatingthings.

How very Seamus O’Conor of me…

I smile and high-five as I push my way through a crowd of Privateers fans to get into Blackwood Hall. It’s not like I’m unaccustomed to being stopped every ten feet on campus to pose for some underclassman’s selfie or to talk football with other jocks. I’m usually more than fine with it because, again, I’m a fucking attention whore.

But today, as I try to make my way to a certain classroom, I’m fuckingannoyedby all the motherfuckers who get in my way, because I’m on a mission.

I already have a literally perfect 4.0 GPA here at Knightsblood. But I’m shooting for Columbia Business School next year, which means I’m trying to collect all the “extra love” this year that I can.

Seeing as ItookProfessor McGrath’s class my sophomore year, obviously killed it, and that he, like most people, eats out of my palm, coming on as his TA was a slam dunk.

He basically has me do nothing, which means I can sit in the back of the classroom and get other school shit done.

But today, that’s changing.

Big time.

I straighten my tie and the walk into the classroom with a purely shit-eating grin on my face. That grin stays right where it is as I march towards the front of the classroom, not the back. I can feel the classroom’s eyes on me, but especially Galina’s as I drop mybag off next to Professor McGrath’s desk and then take my place behind the lectern facing the class.

Twenty-five curious expressions face me. But only one of those faces looked up at me the other night with my cum all over it and pure lust in her eyes.

I clear my throat and smile, extremely thankful for the podium hiding my now-massive erection.

“First things first…” I smile broadly. “I’ll be teaching this class for the remainder of the semester.”

Predictably, chaos begins to bubble up—chaos that I gobble down like a snack before calmly raising my hand.

“Professor McGrath is going to be fine. But unfortunately he was involved in a car crash last night and will be stepping away from his teaching duties to focus on his recovery for the foreseeable future.”

I take questions then, doing my damnedest not to look at Galina, because whenever I even glance her way all I can see is her on her knees with my cock stuffed down her throat, and honestly, it’srealdifficult to focus on whatever the fuck these little shits are saying with a throbbing hard-on.

Yes, Professor McGrath is going to be okay.

Yes, the syllabus and teaching materials stay the same. Yes,Iwill be the one grading them for the duration of the semester.

Yes,Trevor, there will still be a midterm and a final. No,also Trevor, you gushing about how cool I am and how great a wide receiver I am will not excuse you from assignments and tests, but by all means, keep the praise coming.

I don’t tell them that Professor McGrath’s “car troubles” weren’t so much accidental as they weredeliberately manufactured.

By yours truly.

I also don’t tell them that Mitch McGrath, while an excellent teacher, has been hiding amassivedrinking problem since his wife left him four years ago. A drinking problem that follows him into class every day inside his “coffee thermos”, stays at his side, and thendrives home with himevery night.

The guy goes home half in the bag on a fuckingnightlybasis.