Semua Bab Seducing Professor Cal : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Myra picked some blueberries and slipped them between her lips as she read the detailed information that finally showed Lica's connection to Professor Cal.Lica’s mother, Ellis Errington, had been best friends with Cassandra Dankworth, the Professor’s late wife, all their lives. When Cassandra Dankworth died, birthing Nova, Ellis Errignton was the best help in the baby’s first few months. She had cared for her just like her mother would have, and all the nannies Professor Cal got were just supplementary help. Myra looked up from the dossier.Does that mean Lica just saw him as an uncle then, someone she knew well? Was that why she went hard defending him and bullying Valentina for it?Myra took a sip of wine from her glass.This was all interesting. She shook her head in self-pity. If she had not foolishly lost that diary to her father in her anger, she would have had answers already.There was no need to cry over spilled milk though. She moved on to Atlas’ file, and found the pa

Myra was a mini celebrity that day, as it appeared word had gone round the Ciaran complex about what happened at her apartment building.She could only imagine how it happened. The building security must have gone back home and casually mentioned it to their families, and they would tell their friends and acquaintances, and before midday the next day, everyone knew the hot new student had received a threat at her door.The Professor’s class was her third and last of the day, and when she walked in, she walked right into him.Her whole body jolted as the man turned his amber eyes to her. After spending yesterday with him and Nova, something felt different now. He did not feel like a stranger anymore.And this tension between them had gotten worse. They were both aware of it now, and it seemed like there was a loud countdown in her head before the final explosion.She decided to act cold today. None of that warmness she showed him yesterday, laughing, playing and talking. If anythi

“Your seatbelt, Miss Shaw.” Myra followed Professor Cal's eyes to her low-cut bodice. She yanked the seatbelt, strapped it across her and buckled it.The pervert. She kept her eyes fixed on the windshield, her hands gripping her purse tightly in front of her.“I guess your assistant will take my car to the penthouse again today,” She said, and turned to see him smiling. He looked at her, amused, and she made an effort to keep her eyes away from that tattoo as he gripped the steering wheel.“I will let him know he is not alone in hating to pick your car up.” His eyes were dancing with laughter. Myra did not smile as she looked away.“Does your uncle visit often?” he asked.Myra froze, wondering why he suddenly brought up her imaginary uncle. “No. Why?”She turned to look at him, and he shrugged, “Is it not lonely living out here with no family?”“I have my cousin. He is more than enough company,” she said.“Yes, you both seem pretty close.” The Professor gave an approving nod, as if

Myra met Nico for the first time on the landing that day. Professor Cal stepped out of his bedroom looking different, a little happy.He saw them staring at each other, Nico down the stairs, she up on the landing looking down at him, Nova’s packed bag at her feet. Nico was looking at her like she was an apparition, his jaw slack.Professor Cal chuckled and came to stand beside her. “I told her how much you hated going to pick up her car.”Nico looked embarrassed, and he finally collected himself. “I did not hate it.”“Come now, Nico.” The Professor said, chuckling harder now. “No need to be embarrassed, you hated it.”“I’ll go bring Nova,” Myra said as she turned away. Nico was obviously stunned by her, and it flattered her a little. Men had looked at her with lust, burning desire, but no one had ever looked at her with such open adoration.Except Greg, of course. But where Greg was shy about his, Nico was not.“Are we leaving now?”“Yes, pretty.” Myra smiled down at Nova, and the

Myra glanced behind to confirm that Nova was still asleep before she settled forward again and sighed. She had no idea why she wanted to tell this stranger about something her closest friends did not even know. Maybe it was because she had begun to think about her brother more often lately, and her adult mind wondered whether there was something fishy with her brother’s death after all, especially with this attitude she was finally noticing her father had.“Orson and I were Irish twins, so we were really close,” she said, and turned to the Professor, who glanced at her. Although he had his eyes on the road, she had his full attention.“We were four years old at the time, and the house we lived in had an open backyard. We played till late at night, barely supervised.” She glanced at him to see if she still had his attention.He nodded.“I got thirsty at one point and went in for a drink.” Myra frowned, thinking about how many times she had wished she had not left. How many times sh