“Why?” I asked him softly, my head swirling in confusion. It was hard to keep up with Xavier. I didn’t understand him or who he was, and because I didn’t understand him, I also didn’t understand how I felt.
“Because, dear Lola—” he leaned towards me “—there are things I want to show you, to teach you.”
“Oh?” I breathed slowly, waiting for his kiss.
“Yes.” I could feel his breath against my lips, and then he pulled back with sparkling eyes. “I think you should visit the National Gallery first.” He grinned at the perplexed look on my face. “If you want to see Impressionist art, you must visit the National Gallery and not the Victoria and Albert.”
“What?” I blinked at him.
“The Victoria and Albert is a fine museum but not the best museum.” He grinned to himself. “There are many things I have to teach you.”
“You can teach me all of that as my professor.” I stepped back, slightly embarrassed. I hoped he didn’t realize that I thought he was going to teach me about sex.
“But it would mean so much more if I were your friend.” He stared at me for a second and I looked down, not sure what to say. I didn’t understand why he cared about being my friend—especially after he had been such a jerk when we had slept together.
“Do you have anything else you need me to do or can I go now?”
“There are many things I want you to do.” He grinned at me. “Though I suppose I don’t need you to do them.”
“Why are you flirting with me?” I frowned.
“What are you talking about?” He stared at me, unblinking.
“I, uh, thought you were flirting with me.”
“Lola, I was going to suggest you file some of my papers.” He pointed at his desk. “I would like you to start them at some point but was going to say I don’t need you to do it now.”
“Oh.” I made an embarrassed face. “Well, I feel dumb.”
“But you aren’t dumb, are you?” He cocked his head and observed my face. I blushed as he stared at me intently, but I held his gaze firmly.
“Why do I feel like you’re unsure of the answer?”
“What happened to my timid Lola?” He laughed. “You’re talking back to me again.”
“You don’t intimidate me, Xavier.” I tried to keep my voice calm though I was shaking inside. “I’m not some silly, dumb girl who’s captivated by your handsome face and position.”
“You’re not?” He looked at me in amusement.
“No, I’m not.”
“That’s a pity.”
“Is there anything else you want me to do?” I folded my arms.
“Kiss me.”
“What?” My mouth dropped open. “You want me to what?”
“I want you to kiss me,” he repeated slowly. “I want to feel your soft lips against mine. I want to taste your tongue on my tongue. I want to hear your small whimper as I bite your lower lip.”
“Are you crazy?” I stared at him with wide eyes.
“Are you mad?”
“No, I’m not.”
“No,” he laughed. “An English girl would say, ‘Are you mad?’ and not, ‘Are you crazy?’ I figured now that you are in London, you should learn the local ways.”
“You really are crazy, aren’t you?” I shook my head, and his eyes twinkled at me.
“Perhaps.” He grabbed my upper arms and pulled me towards him before lowering his head and leaning down. “Perhaps you make me mad,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me.
My knees buckled at the touch of him, and I reached up instinctively and grabbed ahold of his arms. His tongue sought entrance to my mouth, and my fingers ran up to feel his hair as he attempted to conquer my mouth. I groaned as his tongue gently ran along my lower lip before his teeth nibbled quickly. His hands ran up the back of my top and caressed my naked back. His hands were warm and soft and I melted against him.
His fingers ran to the front of my body and played with my belly button. A sensation of lust sprang straight down from my stomach, and I took a step forward. I felt intoxicated by his touch. His eyes glittered as I stared up at him, and I wanted to pull away from him. Only I couldn’t.
My body argued with my brain and won. I closed my eyes and ran my hands down his back to his ass, squeezing his firm butt and enjoying the stilling of his body as he waited to see where I was going to touch next. I ran my hands to the front of his pants, but then Xavier quickly stepped back from me.
“You’re trying to seduce me.”
“Who, me?” I smiled up at him sweetly. “Why would I do that?”
“You’re playing with me?” He glared at me, and I shrugged.
“Never.” I laughed lightly and ran a finger down the front of his pants, making sure to press down on his hardness. “Though it seems like you may need to do some playing with yourself before class.”
I heard his sharp intake of breath and turned around quickly. Score one for me, I thought to myself, even though I was trembling inside.
“I’m going now. I’ll see you in class.” I walked quickly out of the house, praying that he didn’t catch up with me and kiss me again. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk away if he made one more attempt at getting me into bed.
***
“Lola, you look divine this morning.”
“Hello to you too, Sebastian.” I laughed and sat next to him. “How are you?”
“Tired.” He yawned and ran his fingers over his eyes.
“Late night?”
“You could say that.” He pulled out his books. “Though I was glad to come to class today to see you.”
“Aren’t you sweet?” I giggled and sat back. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”
“What have you heard?”
He gave me a look, and I laughed. “Oh, Sebastian.”
“I love your accent. It’s so sexy. Reminds me of Charlie’s Angels.”
“Really? I didn’t think I had an accent. Not like you and English people.”
“I didn’t think I had an accent, either.” He laughed. “Though I do sound slightly English. People who know me can hear the Romerian in my voice as well.”
“Romerius?” I questioned, slightly confused.
“The country I come from is called Romerius.”