It would be so easy to take hold of her dainty wrist and drag her over the surface into my lap. Would she let me hold her? Would she rub her ass against my needy cock until I came in my pants?

“So soon?” I arch a brow at her, not making any moves to reach for the papers because I might grab her instead. “Did you rush through it?”

I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but it comes naturally to me.

Her nostrils flare and a flicker of irritation dances over her features. “I didn’t rush through it. It was just easy.”

All the blood in my body seems to drain to my cock, filling it and making it thicken impossibly more. That tiny bite of sass in her voice only manages to send me spiraling further into the madness that is her. It’s an unexpected layer. Another piece of her being revealed to me.

I need to see it all.

“Easy?” I purr, my voice low enough that only she can hear. “Awfully confident, Miss Reyes.”

She fidgets, shifting her weight from foot to foot. The crimson on her cheeks only seems to grow more saturated as the seconds tick by with her on display in front of my desk. “Easy A,” she says in a breathless, unsure voice, though it’s still a taunt.

“Hmm.” I carefully take the papers and pluck them from her hold. “Perhaps I’m not challenging you enough.”

Her lashes bat against the apples of her cheeks quickly, as though she can’t seem to make sense of my words.

Yes, sweet thing, I am absolutely flirting with you.

“I’m not insulting your instruction,” she says quickly, dipping her gaze to my desk. “I just don’t find statistics very hard.”

If she were mine, I’d tell her to get on her hands and knees so she could crawl around the back side of my desk and find something else instead that’s very hard.

She’s not mine.

She will never be mine.

Because I am nothing like my father. I won’t pluck an innocent girl out of her world and turn her into the queen of mine. My family is still dealing with the ripple effects from when Dad did the very same thing.

And not with just any girl.

My high school girlfriend.

Sourness settles in my gut and I don’t want Willa to see the hatred that lives inside me. Hatred for Nathan Park, my father.

“Sit down, Miss Reyes. You’re distracting the class.”

Her entire body flinches, which is a kick to the nuts. I don’t like being the one to make her wither. It’s on the tip of my tongue to apologize and attempt more of this innocent flirting, but she’s already walking away.