Page 46 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly
"If people think we're sleeping together, they might assume I'm only getting my grade because I'm persuading you to give me a higher grade with my body," she told him.
Logan furrowed his brow, his fingers still lingering on her skin, his thumb extending to her chin so he could lightly place it on her skin.
"You fucking think your body is going to inspiregood grades?" he asked. His voice wasn't arrogant but there was a challenging taint to it. He even quirked his brow to emphasize his point. "If anything, I'm going to be harder on you. I expect more from you compared to everyone else. You're not like them. That's why you need to stop worrying about them and what they think."
"It's not just me I worry about," Peyton shot back, staring at him. "Besides the fact that you have tenure, you’ve been able to get away with sleeping with your TA's because they're your TA's. I'm more than just your TA. I'm your student. And tenure might not protect you from breach of ethics."
"You?" He asked with his eyebrow, pushing it up and dropping his hand from her neck so he could cross his arms over his chest. "Worried about me?"
She rolled her eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to believe I care about you?" she asked. "Once you're not my advisor anymore, I don't care who knows about us. But for now, I just don't want to risk even suspicion."
Logan cocked his head to the side. "You think we're going to still be doing this for that long?" he asked, his voice flat and direct.
Peyton didn't think he intended it for it to come out like he was being a jerk but that didn't stop it from sounding that way. She took a step back and put her hands up, her body suddenly tense.
"Doing this?" she asked. "You know what, Logan, fuck you, okay? I thought" - she cut herself and shook her head. "Never mind. I should have known that this wasn't different. I'm such a goddamn fool. Why don't we just end it now and save us the trouble? Wait, no, save me the trouble. Because I have feelings for you, Logan. I care about you. And maybe I'm not at the point where I'm planning our future but unless one of us royally screws up, I don't see why we wouldn't be together still. Except now, of course." She rolled her eyes and was about to turn and head out when Logan grabbed her wrist, preventing her from doing so.
"Did I tell you you could fucking leave?" he asked.
Peyton clenched her jaw, ignoring the familiar tingle that started scraping against the insides of her inner walls. Not now. How could she possibly want him when he was being a possessive jerk?
"You aren't my boss," she told him. "And you've clearly stated you don't want to be my boyfriend. So let me go."
"I don't fucking think so," Logan said. "Not until you at least hear what I have to say."
"I don't need to hear anything, Logan," Peyton told him. "If you want the freedom to fuck other people, go fuck other people. Don't let me stop you. But don't expect me to be waiting around. I'm not that kind of girl."
Logan looked at her, aghast. His hand was on his chin, his other on his hip. "You think I want to fuck other people?" he asked in disbelief. "You've fucking ruined me, sweetheart. Don't you understand that? I can't just go fuck another girl now."
"And why not?" She furrowed her brow.
"Because she wouldn't be you."
The statement was romantic but his tone was rough and aggressive. More shots of lightning struck Peyton's pelvis like she was a bullseye and the gods were playing darts.
Without warning, he rushed toward her, his arms outstretched so he could grab her face in his hands and force his mouth onto hers. This kiss was demanding and insistent and with the feeling of his hardness pressed against her thigh even clad in denim, there was a very good chance that kissing was only the beginning.
At that moment, the door to their classroom burst open and Peyton had to rip herself away from so they wouldn't get caught kissing by anyone. She dropped to her knees, pretending to tie her shoes, chancing a glance at Logan in order to attempt to read his face as he stared at whoever was the perpetrator of their interruption. She couldn't tell much, except he looked both frustrated that he was forced to stop and confused.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Logan asked, his voice rough and somehow not revealing the fact that he had just been making out with Peyton.
Peyton was almost annoyed. How was he not even out of breath? How was his face so composed and didn't reveal anything?
“What?” a familiar voice – Karla – questioned.
From where Karla was standing, Peyton knew she couldn't see her. As such, she slowly moved in her crouched position so she could slide under Logan's desk without being noticed. Logan seemed to know what she was doing so he slowly took a seat so his legs further blocked Karla's view on the off-chance that she walked to the other side of the desk. This was a big deal because Peyton knew Logan liked to feel in control and powerful. It was why he never sat at his desk during a lecture. His height towered over his sitting students, adding another layer of intimidation. The fact that he was sitting now meant he was doing it for Peyton's benefit rather than his.
If Karla walked to the other side of the desk, she was getting close.
The possessive thought slammed into Peyton's mind. She had never been jealous, never cared about a guy being into someone else. She always felt that if that was the case, she didn't want to be around him. She didn't want him in her life because she refused to waste her time with someone who wasn't committed and liked to play games.
But this feeling she had about Logan threw her off.
She wasn't expecting it. She wasn't like this and she wasn't sure this was a good thing. But she was hit with the feeling of reminding Logan who he belonged to. And that was when her eyes rested on his crotch and he was still hard. Her lips curled into a smirk as an idea popped into her head.
"Is that how you talk to old friends?" Karla asked and Peyton could hear the smile in her voice. A smile she wanted to claw off.
"We were never friends," Logan said. His voice was an annoyed growl.