Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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This Deimos looks quite amusing, even if his reactions are slightly excessive. But, to tell the truth, I hardly see it. Angel hugs me so tight his chest blocks my view. And since he is longer than me, I only hear the voice of my examiner...and his cries. Fortunately, he calms down quickly and regains his composure. How do I know? He comes back to us. Then he separates us, grabbing me by the shoulders.
I barely have time to protest, he pushes me slightly to the right and gives me momentum. My legs move alone towards the stage.
"Let's just end it...," he blows. "Now I guess I can talk to you."
"I..."
"Go get yourself in place."
I want to protest but his glare is more than deterrent. I don't know how Angel manages to face it and smile like he's not terrifying. And me who thought that my Dom was intimidating...it was his counting on his...his what by the way? His colleague? No, I feel they are a bit more than that. His friend? We'll say that.
"And you put your ass on that chair, Angel!"
My Dom may like to give orders, but apparently he knows how to take them too. He runs, holding back a laugh and I understand that he will not stop there. His "friend" too. So he takes the lead.
"I don't want to hear you, Bambino!"
Angel nods, offering his sweetest look. That's enough for Deimos who comes back to me. I almost jumped up and hurried to the stage. Then I stay straight, like a picket. Deimos may be teasing Angel, but that doesn't make him my friend. I try to avoid blame and pass this exam without any worries. So much that I forgot to breathe. Luckily, Angel reminds me with big gestures.
I smile. Until crossing the very judgmental gaze of my examiner. The stress rises suddenly.
"Good..."
He sits down in turn and opens a very imposing black binder. Big enough to knock me out if I talk too much nonsense. But, for the moment, he seems taken by something else.
"Hm...I don't know which subject to choose."
I know which one I don't want...
"Can I make a suggestion?"
"Shut up, Angel! Can't you see I'm thinking?"
"Thinking ? With such an empty head..."
He whispers it so low that I can almost hear it. But if I hear him, so does Deimos, who turns to him. He threatens him with a look and that amuses him even more.
"Hush! Or I'll throw my binder at your head."
"Don't give her the subject on the Renaissance!"
"Do you listen to me when I talk to you?"
Why?! I myself don't know what he's up to. This is exactly the topic I want! What is he making?
"I see what you're trying to do, Angel. But your nutty reverse psychology doesn't work with me. You say that so that I give him precisely this subject."
