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All he needed was her name.

And an hour or two to rock her entire world.

The second their eyes clashed he knew this was what he'd been looking for. Never had someone made his pulse race like this, who affected him without even trying.

Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, the room filled with her presence, as if a spotlight pointed straight to her. About time he found someone on his level.

His well-practiced charm was hard to maintain when she stared right through him like that. As if he didn't matter in the least. All the effort to make her smile and blush, batted to the side without a second thought. Bringing up the journal had gotten him a response, but an icy one at that.

Frosted blue eyes stared at his outstretched hand like it was a nuclear bomb, her dainty ones firmly wrapped around the straps of her backpack. So tense. What would put her at ease?

The tip of his tongue tingled with anticipation at tasting her smooth skin, every part of it from those pouty lips down to the delicacy residing in between her thighs. Time to play a little cat and mouse.

"Just so you know, I came here to get away," she informed, still glaring. "I'd rather not be bothered by—" she motioned to him as a whole "—this."

He outright chuckled, finding her bluntness refreshing compared to the usual meek freshman. The reaction earned him a scowl that he appreciated as much as he did her attitude. But that adorable exasperated look on her face made it hard to focus. What other expressions could he paint on that—

"I'm serious."

And that voice of hers, swirling around his ears like a silken scarf—how could he not be smitten? If only he was the center of her admiration instead of irritation. Either way, he could work with it.

His smirk turned into a genuine smile. This one wasn't looking for a tour guide; that was for sure.

Unfortunately, this growing desire would have to be tucked away for the time being. Unless he could sweet-talk her into dropping that sky-high guard within the next minute.

This was the kind of test he could enjoy.

A playful, throaty groan escaped his lips. "So I can't know your name?"

She didn't even take in a breath to respond, sealing her lips.

Well then, he wasn't worth half a sigh. Usually girls couldn't help themselves when he gave them his full attention.

She'd be one of those scenic route types, the ones that wanted him to play along as the doting boyfriend before opening up. That wasn't a problem—he welcomed the chance to challenge his skills.

"My loss, then," he said and dropped his hand. "Ladies first, as they say. The room is yours. But do warn me if you put my name in that burn book."

She adjusted her arms, pressing the stack of books closer to her chest and inadvertently pushing up her tits. Fuck. "It's not a burn book."

Oh, but he had already been burned.

he heat from her gaze licked up his skin as he raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean I'm safe?"

"From what?" she mumbled, taking a step away from the exit, yet not towards him either.

"From falling for you. I'm very susceptible to love potions, you know." She snorted, and he took a leap of faith. "You know what I think that book is?"

She tipped up her chin, the only form of acknowledgement he was going to get. Her motion exposed the elegant curve along her neck, and he bit his lip. "I think it's a place for all the things you don't want anyone else to see. Things that keep you up at night. Maybe even some things that get you hot and wet when you're alone."

He raised his eyebrows. She continued to glower.

That wasn't a no.

He took a step back to give her space, but kept his tone low. "Like all the ways a kiss can make other parts of your body tingle. How fast a man can make you come, or how long he can keep you on edge. If he'd enjoy eating your ass as much as he wants to suck on your pussy—the answer is yes, by the way." He paused and looked down in amusement, absorbing everything from the clench in her jaw to the rosy flush blossoming over her cheeks.

He wondered why she bothered with makeup when her natural hues captivated him quite thoroughly. "Things I can make your reality."

She stood her ground even though her voice came out huskier than before. "Like I said, it's none of your business. And even if it did contain those things, it sure as hell won't mention you."

This girl would be the death of him. Very well, he'd give her some distance. As hard as that would be, he wasn't so desperate that he couldn't take a hint.

"See you around, stranger." He tipped his head and walked past, not sparing a look back.

Now he had something to focus on besides sleep-invoking business courses and monotonous workouts. And yet, the growl inside tapered to a pathetic whine. The click of the door closing behind him sealed the fact he wouldn't get any prize tonight—but he was already hooked and determined to reel her in.

His first attempt hadn't been a complete failure, not really. She would be thinking about him.

In the meantime, he would be thinking of her. The wide arch of her eyebrows that framed her cat-like eyes. The slight bronze of her skin, darkening just a tiny bit over her cheeks when she was embarrassed. And that mouth. Her first words carried a slight sting, but they came from such soft and full lips.

She was everything he had been craving. Those gentle curves were much better than he envisioned, and fit her steely personality perfectly. The idea of discovering the secrets kept locked away in that journal was just as thrilling as the thought of undressing her. He couldn't help but imagine how she would moan his name as he pleased her—again and again.

He liked to picture pinning her against one of those old roman columns, clad in a white dress and looking like some sexy goddess. The campus had a few of those columns somewhere.

Or maybe she wasn't a human or a goddess—she was really a mythical siren. That would explain why she had seduced him with only a few dirty looks and reprimanding words. Would she be just as dirty in bed? Or did her kisses taste like sugar and spice?

A few paces down the now empty hallway, he leaned against the wall, trying to imagine a fight for dominance in a passionate kiss. He actually questioned who would win. Maybe he'd let her take the lead at first. After all, the breathy moans women made as he took over were such a turn on. And hers would be especially sweet.

A giggle echoed in the halls as a group of students walked past. Lingering stares landed on him, but when he returned the favor, they were quick to glance away.

Their attention meant little when his mind was already occupied. Even now he wished to see his redhead again, and recalled how she hadn't looked away. To his introduction she'd offered a strategic counter, although she probably hadn't seen it as such.

She didn't want to be bothered.

Oh yes, he knew of many possibilities besides bothering her, but what would she want most? If he got his way, he'd test out some theories the next chance they met.

He hoped he didn't have to wait too long for it. She could quite possibly turn out to be his most rewarding conquest yet.

Thank you for reading, I'm glad you got this far! For anyone who likes to see character aesthetics, look in the last chapter. 

Happy reading!

💘 Siberia