Page 109 of Wicked Little Secret
“That’s because no one knows. It’s hard to trust people in this community.”
I understand more than she realizes, though I change the subject. “Do you plan on finishing this one? The female form with the gaping hole?”
“Maybe. I’ve lost inspiration for it.”
“The design is excellent. Very sensual in the same way Undine is.”
She fights off a small smile. “That means a lot coming from you.”
“What made you want to pursue law when you’re so good at art? You could probably make a decent career out of it.”
She sets the food bowl down for Peaches to feast on, then straightens up to think about my question. Because it was only moments ago that we were fooling around, she hasn’t bothered to put pants on. She stands before me in nothing more than the kimono robe she shrugged on.
I’m no more dressed—I slid on boxers and haven’t bothered with anything else.
“It runs in the family, I guess. It was always my mom’s dream, but it never happened for her,” she answers, plopping down on her quilted sofa. “Plus, it seemed importantthat I understand how the legal system works. What about you? What made you pursue law?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m an asshole, so, naturally, litigation suits me.”
“Very funny. A serious answer would be nice.”
“Not smart enough for medicine. Not good looking enough for sales. Not talented enough for art. Does that make sense now?”
She cants her head to the side as if in consideration. “Some would argue against those points.”
“Which ones?”
“All three. You’re the professor most female students fantasize about,” she lists on the spot. “You’re obviously smarter than most people. And… talented… well, you’reverygood with your hands.”
I chuckle at the naughty glint in her gaze. “You provide the ego boost I didn’t know I needed.”
“Any time. You did make me come three times in a row.” She stretches out on the sofa, peering up at me with those beautiful sultry eyes of hers.
Restraint disappears for a few seconds as I bend over and kiss her. “What’s next for revenge? Any other late-night meet ups with billionaire patriarchs to expose their sordid secrets?”
“Next up…” she trails off thoughtfully. “I finish the job.”
“I didn’t realize you were so far along.”
“It’s all set up,” she says. Then she tips her head up to kiss me this time. “There’s no going back.”
Our kisses change as our position does. I sit down on the sofa and pull her into my lap, sliding my hand up the side of her neck to cup her face and revel in her plush lips against mine.
Nyssa still seems to believe this mission against thosewho wronged her is something she has to do alone, but she doesn’t realize there’s no such thing.
I’ve fallen too deep and hard to let her carry this out on her own.
There really is no going back. Even if she doesn’t yet grasp the truth, we’re in this together.
The university library closes every evening by eight p.m. The head librarian, Ms. Chlebek, is usually the one to peruse the huge hall in search of anything amiss before lights out and lock up. The bespectacled woman with her silvery hair in a tight updo goes aisle to aisle to make sure there are no stragglers left behind before she flicks off the lights at the entrance.
Nyssa and I listen for the click in the main doors before we step out from the secluded section where we’ve hidden. I’m carrying a lantern with us that’s dimly lit for discretion but bright enough when navigating the dark bowels of a library as huge as this one.
“We really need to stop,” Nyssa giggles. “One of these days we’re going to get caught.”
“I thought that was what excited you, Miss Oliver.”
“The blowjob in your classroom with the dean five feet away was exciting enough.”