Master Class: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (+ Bonus Book 'Silent Daughter 1') by Linnea May Page A
Authors: Linnea May
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this man is as a whole. His strong jaw is dappled with dark stubble, giving him a very masculine look, while his lips are full and soft. There's nothing rugged about their light pink flesh, and they stand out among his virile features.
I nod.
"I've told you before, Miss Harlington-"
"Lana," I interrupt him. "Please call me Lana."
The corner of his mouth hikes up. "Okay, Lana. I'll still be Mr. Portland for you. For now."
I nod, flustered about my interjection.
"What I was going to say," he resumes. "I like you. I told you in a different context, but it's true that I like a challenge. I thought you might pose such a challenge, but you have surprised me quite a bit lately."
I raise my eyebrows in question. "Surprised you?"
He nods. "Yes, you have."
"How have I-"
"It doesn't matter right now," he cuts me off. "What does matter is my interest in you - and your interest in me."
He pauses and regards me with a mischievous smile. "You look fucking delicious today, Lana. I want to believe that it's no coincidence that I get to see you looking like this and that you’re visiting me in my office today."
I gulp and lower my eyes, tying to hide another flush of reddening heat from his eyes.
"Look at me," he commands.
The sharp tone of his voice sends an electric bolt through my spine. My chin rises seemingly of its own accord and I look up at him from beneath my thick lashes.
"Good girl."
He smiles at me and hooks a finger beneath my chin, lifting it up a little more so our eyes lock on to each other. He looks pleased.
Good girl .
When was the last time someone called me that? Why does it make my heart jump like this?
I can barely breathe.
"Do you look so pretty because of me?" He asks, still with that contented smile on his face.
I don't like to admit that I made an effort to catch his eyes today. But I did. It was not a conscious choice, I just happened to add a little extra makeup for today, and I changed into the blouse he saw on me the last time I was in here. Of course, I didn't do that without any ulterior motives.
I nod.
"I'm pleased to hear that," he says. "Even though you're making things a lot harder for me by looking this tasty."
Tasty. Delicious. He's describing me like an elaborate meal.
And I kinda like it. It's not like I get this sort of attention a lot. I've never been the pretty girl who gets all the attention of the boys in school, wanted or not. I'm the smart girl, the plain and dutiful student, the good girl.
Even now, I feel the urge to apologize, because he said that I'm making things hard for him. But I realize just in time how silly that would be.
"Do you know what's the most endearing thing about you, for me?" He asks.
I shake my head without losing eye contact for even a second.
"The fact that you have no idea about how much trouble you are in," he explains.
Trouble? What kind of trouble could he be talking about?
"Because you're my teacher?" I assume.
He shakes his head.
"Yes, I'm your teacher and intimate relations between students and faculty are strictly forbidden," he says. "Or so I've heard. However, I'm not fazed by that. After all, I'm not a real professor, as you've pointed out so many times."
I blush as he reminds me of my earlier impudence.
"Still, I would suggest we keep this between ourselves," he adds. "For your sake and for mine. We both have a reputation to lose."
"Yes," I agree immediately. "Absolutely, I don't want to-"
"You don't have to worry," he cuts me off. I noticed that the tone of my voice has gone back to that know-it-all manner he must hate so much.
"Let's not get side tracked by technicalities," he says. "They're nothing but distractions."
"And spice," I say, surprised at myself.
"Spice?"
A cunning smirk appears on his face.
"You like this, huh?" He asks, glancing down at me with an impish smile. "Get up."
I hesitate, my eyes locked on his while my pulse accelerates.
"Wh-"
"Get up!" He barks - and I jump up onto my feet
I nod.
"I've told you before, Miss Harlington-"
"Lana," I interrupt him. "Please call me Lana."
The corner of his mouth hikes up. "Okay, Lana. I'll still be Mr. Portland for you. For now."
I nod, flustered about my interjection.
"What I was going to say," he resumes. "I like you. I told you in a different context, but it's true that I like a challenge. I thought you might pose such a challenge, but you have surprised me quite a bit lately."
I raise my eyebrows in question. "Surprised you?"
He nods. "Yes, you have."
"How have I-"
"It doesn't matter right now," he cuts me off. "What does matter is my interest in you - and your interest in me."
He pauses and regards me with a mischievous smile. "You look fucking delicious today, Lana. I want to believe that it's no coincidence that I get to see you looking like this and that you’re visiting me in my office today."
I gulp and lower my eyes, tying to hide another flush of reddening heat from his eyes.
"Look at me," he commands.
The sharp tone of his voice sends an electric bolt through my spine. My chin rises seemingly of its own accord and I look up at him from beneath my thick lashes.
"Good girl."
He smiles at me and hooks a finger beneath my chin, lifting it up a little more so our eyes lock on to each other. He looks pleased.
Good girl .
When was the last time someone called me that? Why does it make my heart jump like this?
I can barely breathe.
"Do you look so pretty because of me?" He asks, still with that contented smile on his face.
I don't like to admit that I made an effort to catch his eyes today. But I did. It was not a conscious choice, I just happened to add a little extra makeup for today, and I changed into the blouse he saw on me the last time I was in here. Of course, I didn't do that without any ulterior motives.
I nod.
"I'm pleased to hear that," he says. "Even though you're making things a lot harder for me by looking this tasty."
Tasty. Delicious. He's describing me like an elaborate meal.
And I kinda like it. It's not like I get this sort of attention a lot. I've never been the pretty girl who gets all the attention of the boys in school, wanted or not. I'm the smart girl, the plain and dutiful student, the good girl.
Even now, I feel the urge to apologize, because he said that I'm making things hard for him. But I realize just in time how silly that would be.
"Do you know what's the most endearing thing about you, for me?" He asks.
I shake my head without losing eye contact for even a second.
"The fact that you have no idea about how much trouble you are in," he explains.
Trouble? What kind of trouble could he be talking about?
"Because you're my teacher?" I assume.
He shakes his head.
"Yes, I'm your teacher and intimate relations between students and faculty are strictly forbidden," he says. "Or so I've heard. However, I'm not fazed by that. After all, I'm not a real professor, as you've pointed out so many times."
I blush as he reminds me of my earlier impudence.
"Still, I would suggest we keep this between ourselves," he adds. "For your sake and for mine. We both have a reputation to lose."
"Yes," I agree immediately. "Absolutely, I don't want to-"
"You don't have to worry," he cuts me off. I noticed that the tone of my voice has gone back to that know-it-all manner he must hate so much.
"Let's not get side tracked by technicalities," he says. "They're nothing but distractions."
"And spice," I say, surprised at myself.
"Spice?"
A cunning smirk appears on his face.
"You like this, huh?" He asks, glancing down at me with an impish smile. "Get up."
I hesitate, my eyes locked on his while my pulse accelerates.
"Wh-"
"Get up!" He barks - and I jump up onto my feet
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