Chapter 10 WET FOR ME.

Chapter 10 WET FOR ME.
It was already time to go home. Ruby gathered her things, heading to her car when she stepped into the parking lot. Suddenly, a black sleek car was parked just beside hers, and Loy stepped out of thr car.

"Good evening, Ms. Allaire," Loy greeted.

Ruby froze, her stomach sinking. Leslie’s words returned, louder this time. Loy will pick you up. He fucking meant it. What has she gotten herself into? A secret relationship at school?

She forced a smile, trying to keep her voice even. "Loy, can you tell your boss I don’t want to see him? I prefer this to end here."

Loy’s lips curved faintly. "Ms. Allaire, if you have anything to say to Mr. Meyer, you have to say it yourself."

She held the car door open, waiting.

Ruby stared at her for a beat, torn between getting into her own car, ignoring her and the gnawing sense that avoiding him would only make things worse.

Finally, she sighed, nodding. "Fine. You’re right. I’ll tell him myself."

The ride was silent, all through the ride, Ruby gripped her bag tight in her lap watching as everything they drove past blurred. A few minutes later, Loy steered into a private underground parking lot and Ruby’s brows furrowed. This wasn’t the hotel. Was this his home?

"Where are we?" she asked, her voice quiet.

Loy simply offered her a small smile, leading her toward a private elevator. The ride up was smooth and soundless except for the faint hum of the lift. Ruby’s chest tightened with each passing floor. When the doors slid open and she walked in.

The vast penthouse stretched before her. The floor-to-ceiling windows pouring light across sleek floors. A panoramic view of the city sprawled beyond, glittering in the dusk with modern art on the walls and low leather sofas arranged in clean angles. It wasn't anything like her own home. It was so simple yet screamed luxury.

Ruby’s mouth parted in disbelief. "Oh my god…" she whispered to herself.

Every detail screamed of wealth and the way things were so clean and arranged screamed of control. And the colours it was so him.

Her eyes trailed further, and then stopped, and turned to Loy. "Where is he?"

"Mr Meyer is on a call. Why don't you wait for him. He would come see you soon," she said.

Ruby furrowed but as she turned to argue. Loy was already stepping into the elevator. She stared at her until the door closed. They was a reason why they worked together. She had his nonchalant personality.

"Old money," Ola voice whispered in her brain as she stared around. "Wealthy. Billionaires. He is an heir to fortunes!"

This was what old money felt like? Bodyguards, assistant, penthouse. Sport cars and all that for even a boy of twenty?

"Well," she bit out, slightly impressed while working around. She stepped into the corridor, staring around. Hers at home was a little tight, this is so spacious, something close to her bedroom. She stopped, and looked sideways, finding a door open.

Ruby glanced back and forth before stepping in. It seemed like an office, papers, books and other materials scattered on the table.

Ruby stepped further into the room. Papers and files were stacked in neat towers, though some had been left open mid-reading. She moved closer, eyes darting over bold headers, contracts, merger agreements, airline routes, flight statistics, stocks.

Her fingers brushed the edge of one paper, hesitant yet curious. So this is what he does after school? Airline logistics, finance reports, and here I am, struggling with being just a professor.

Ruby exhaled sharply, shaking her head. How the hell does he manage all this and school?

"Find something you like?"

The deep voice made her whip around, pulse racing. Leslie stood leaning casually against the doorframe, his gaze cutting straight through her.

Ruby startled, clutching her bag tighter. His lips curved into that low chuckle, amused at her reaction.

"Since I deal with the airlines. Tell me which one you want. I’ll order it straight for you."

Her heart thudded, and despite herself, Ruby smiled, a small laugh breaking through her nerves as she lowered her head.

"Thank you, but I’m yet to even change my car, let alone own an airline."

Leslie’s smirk softened into something unreadable. He nodded slowly, though his eyes didn’t leave her. Then, his expression turned serious with his eyes assessing her.

"That can be arranged," he said evenly.

Ruby’s brows shot up. "What?"

"Your car." He pushed off the doorframe and closed the distance between them, his height shadowing her. "I can have them change it to any design of your choice."

Ruby swallowed hard, instinct making her take a step back. "Actually…" her voice faltered and then steadied. "I’m here for something else."

Leslie’s eyes tracked her move, as though he already knew the answer, but allowed her retreat without pressing yet.

Before she could speak again, Leslie closed the gap between them, his mouth crushing hers. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. His other hand cupped her cheek, thumb stroking as his tongue tangled with hers, his lips sucking and claiming hers until he pulled back just to capture her again.

Ruby tore away from the kiss, spinning around with a gasp, covering her mouth with a palm. "We can’t do this! I can’t do this with you, Leslie. Once is enough, not twice."

A frown creased his brow. He caught her wrist before she could retreat further, and hoisted her over his shoulder. Ruby let out a startled cry as he carried her from the office straight into his bedroom.

Once he dropped her to her feet, the force made her stumble back. "Keep talking, Ruby," he ordered, fingers working at the buttons of his shirt.

Ruby’s throat tightened. "Stop! Leslie, no!"

Instantly, he froze. His jaw clenched, eyes stormy with restrained anger.

"I am not going to be your prey like one of those girls you fuck and ruin."

His gaze darkened further. "You’ve been asking about me?"

Ruby blinked, startled. "No!"

"You would only know that if you had, Ruby."

"I don’t want to be like one of your girls. I want this job. I need it. I’m not going to sabotage everything for you, just because the sex was—because of you!"

A slow smile tugged at his lips. "The sex was what, Ruby?"

"Was nothing! This has to end. My license as a professor could be revoked if anyone finds out I’m sleeping with a student. No. I worked too hard for that."

Leslie nodded once, deliberately. "You’re mine. My woman. That means you’re above everyone even the Vice Chancellor. Your license? How many more do you want? If I have to walk through every office and pin them to your wall myself, I will." His voice dropped, rough and certain, as he stepped closer and touched her face, his thumb tracing her cheek with surprising gentleness.

Ruby tried to turn away, but he pulled her back, lowering his forehead to hers.

"Tell me, Ruby," he murmured, his breath hot against her lips. “Do you really think you can go back to being just my professor? Pretend that your student wasn’t the first man you had sex with? Because I remember. Every face you made. Every moan and scream when you begged me to spank you, to fuck you. I remember how wet you were for me. And you remember too, don’t you? How many times you came on my fingers, on my cock. You want it... you’re just lying to yourself. Licences? That's just a tool to distract yourself from thinking about my cock slamming into that wet pussy until its dripping. You want me to fuck you so hard right now, don’t you?"

Ruby shuddered, the vividness of his words striking her like a current. "Oh God…"

“What’s that?” His smirk deepened. "I haven’t even touched you yet. Can’t wait to be fucked already?"

"Leslie—"

"Go ahead." His voice was commanding. "Tell me no again, Ms. Allaire. Tell me you don’t want my cock. Tell me you don’t want to be fucked. Say it."

"I—" Her eyes locked with his daring. Then her voice dropped. "I want to be fucked."

That’s exactly what I thought," Leslie growled against her ear.

His free hand slid slowly up her thigh, his fingers grazing the dampness of her panties.

"You’re something else, Ruby. Does defying me make you this wet? You say you want it to end. Yet, you dress for me. Cum for me and get wet for me."