Chapter 20

ANYA

I gasp. “Oh, shit!”

In a panic, I bolt upright on his desk, but Dimitri’s expression is unaffected by Miss Winslow’s sudden arrival at his office. Completely unbothered and unhurried, he moves his hands from his belt to my skirt, fixing it in place and helping me to stand.

After I am back on the floor, he covers my mouth with his in a smooching kiss. “Do not let anyone take you on dates, Anya,” he says as he pulls back. “As long as we keep doing this, you’re mine. Understood?”

Another knock rattles the door, but I am focused on Dimitri’s deep eyes and sexy mouth. The mouth that brewed my orgasm and filled the room with the faint scent of sex. “Yes, sir,” I say obediently.

He gives me a sly smile and slaps a hand on my thigh. “Good girl.”

After a quick squeeze, he releases me and strolls toward the door. As he goes, he combs his fingers through his hair to correct the mess I made of his neatly styled locks, and he opens the door just like he would any other day.

Miss Winslow sees me instantly, her expression showing first surprise then confusion, and finally anger. Her lips form a tight line before her eyes dart to Dimitri, and mine follow them. Instead of looking at her, though, he is still looking at me.

“Miss Renée, don’t hesitate to ask for help again if you need it,” Dimitri says, his voice sounding professional. “Whatever happened between you and my son, my duty to you as a professor stands true.”

Taking my cue from him, I nod and pick up my bag. “Yes, Professor. Thank you for explaining that passage to me. I really didn’t understand it.” Forcing myself to move at a natural pace, I step toward the door.

Meeting Miss Winslow’s scrutinizing gaze, I am painfully aware of what I must look like to her. My hair is possibly sticking out in all different directions, my lips are likely red, and my skin is definitely flushed.

“Miss Winslow,” I say with a nod and a smile as I walk past her. As soon as I step into the hallway, I quicken my pace on shivering legs. If she didn’t suspect anything after the last time she found me alone with Dimitri, she certainly will now.

My thoughts fill with horrific what-if scenarios, but I push them away and trust that Dimitri can handle her.

Behind me, he says, “What can I help you with, Sage? Anything the matter?”

His calm voice eases my mind as I walk down the corridor without my panties, which are still in my professor’s pocket.

DIMITRI

Seeing Sage right after I had Anya screaming for me doesn’t allow me to think straight. Her moans continue to ring in my ears, and her taste lingers on my tongue. In my pocket are her panties, which are wet with her juices and coated with her scent.

My fingers itch to touch them, but after I ask Sage what she wants, she scoffs and stares at me—I think she wants to fight.

I need to choose my words carefully around her, so I can’t let my mind wander to Anya. Forcing myself to focus, I stroll back to my desk. “So? What did you need?”

“Dimitri,” Sage starts, her heels clacking as she follows me. “What was Anya doing in your office?”

Keeping my back to her, I shrug. “She needed some help.”

Sage scoffs again. “Didn’t look like that.”

~Shit~.

I was hoping Sage hasn’t heard about what happened at the club, but it seems like she has. I would be more worried about it if I weren’t positive that she would keep her mouth shut. And she definitely wouldn’t dare bring it up here.

Her talking about what we do there is one thing, but her talking about what I do there with someone else is a whole different story; that would cross a very thick line. However, if she suspects I am fucking Anya outside Private Affairs, she could cause a lot of trouble for me.

I need to throw her off the scent.

I sigh. “I don’t know what to tell you, Sage. She needed help.” I spin to face her and perch my buttocks on the edge of the desk, leaning against it and placing my palms on the wood.

Her eyes tell me she isn’t buying it before she says, “I mean, she left pretty red. Flushed, like yo—”

“Are you accusing me of professional misconduct, Sage?” I say, hoping she will drop it if I shift the focus. “Do you honestly think I would jeopardize my career like that?” Of course I would. Anya deserves always to be flushed when she is with me.

That is proof of how satisfied I keep my women.

Sage takes a step back as if I hit her. “No, Dimitri, I would never. I just—”

I exaggerate a sigh to cut her off. “If you must know, she had a run-in with Blake, and he made her cry.” Giving her my most sincere look, I hold her gaze until her expression softens and she nods her head. “Now, what can I do for you?”

“I’m sorry, Dimitri,” she says. “And I’m sorry to bring this up—I know you don’t like to talk about it. But”—she takes a breath—“have you been avoiding me? You have been out of touch all week, and you won’t pick up my calls.”

Knowing I can’t have her turn against me, I smile as I say, “Absolutely not, Sage. I’m just busy. Tests to create, papers to grade, you get it.”

Sage smiles back and relaxes her posture. Her suspicions seem to be eased for the moment, and that calms the frantic beating of my heart. When her smile turns devilish, however, I realize I made her feel too at ease.

“It’s a pity about Friday night,” she says, taking slow steps toward me. “I prepared a great scene for you. I took so much time getting it perfect.”

~Shit. Why does she always want to talk about this?~ “Yeah, I’m sorry.” I struggle to find the right words, but my mind blanks when Sage steps up to me and places her hand on my crotch.

My spine straightens as she squeezes me, and in defiance of my wishes, my cock responds to her touch. “Sage, I—”

“You see? He misses me.” She comes closer, placing each leg on either side of mine. “I don’t understand, Dimitri. I was a perfect slave for you, wasn’t I? I did everything you told me to, didn’t I? We were so good together. We were doing fine until recently. What happened?”

Grabbing her shoulders, I guide Sage back a few steps so I can stand and move behind my desk. I take my seat and look up at her as she sits where I was leaning. “Sage, I…” My mind races as I scramble for the words. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Did I do something?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. I don’t think I can get out of this conversation without Sage being angry, and as my eyes settle on the imprint of Anya’s ass left on my desk, I realize I don’t care if Sage is angry. Meeting her gaze, I say, “I’m just not interested in you anymore.”

She must pick up the seriousness and resolve in my tone because her face quickly reddens. “I see. And when did this start, because you agreed to last Friday an—”

“You’re right,” I say, raising a hand. “I’m sorry I led you on. But we are done now.” Her voice is beginning to grate on me, and I hope she will just drop it now.

Unfortunately, she leans forward, squeezing her arms together to push up her breasts as she says, “Okay, but how about one last session? You know, for old times’ sake. I promise you’ll like it. Much more than any”—she nods her head toward the door—“college stu—”

“Enough.” I slap my hand on the desk, and Sage jumps. “Stop embarrassing yourself. I said I’m not interested.” I hold my gaze on her for a moment before continuing. “Have some respect for yourself, get a life, and get out of here.”

She stands, her face red, her fists clenched, and her jaw tight. “Fine. I won’t ask again.” Spinning on her heel, she saunters out, her ponytail swinging behind her.

After the door shuts, I lean back and release a breath that takes with it a weight off my chest. My Sage problem is finally solved, and I can focus all my attention on Anya.

~Speaking of…~

I slide my hand into my pocket, feeling like a ~fucking~ insane bastard as I touch my student’s panties.