Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 34

His view.

I'm excited for the first day of class. I want to see her face when she realizes I'm going to be her professor. Would her face turn red? Would she run out of the room? Maybe she'd pull me out of the classroom and argue with me. Maybe I'd push her against the wall and lift her up and press myself into her, so she could feel how much I missed her.
"Don't be crazy, Harry." I lecture myself. I know I'm treading in murky waters. Cassidy is going to be my student. I'm her professor. It's already pretty scandalous that we slept together. I'd be crazy to sleep with her again as her professor--but then, I like crazy. I've only taken this job as a favour to the president of the university. And it's a study abroad program. I'm sure that the rules aren't as strict about professors and students dating. And it's not like I'm into the dating part anyways.

I walk into the classroom and call out my name. I see Cassidy right away. I feel my dick hardening as soon as I see her. She looks at me in shock and I try not to grin. Then I see my brother, Louis whispering in her ear and I feel a jolt of jealousy. Has she already moved on? I frown as I watch them together. Their body language indicates that they already have some sort of friendship. I'm furious inside. I can't believe that she already found my brother. I've been sitting at home all weekend, excited about the possibility of seeing her again, but she's already moved on.
"Prostitutes," I shout out to the class. "yes, let's start with prostitutes." I look directly at Cassidy and watch as she squirms in her seat. Her face is bright red and her eyes are furious as she looks at me. My heart thuds as we make eye contact. There's beauty in her anger. There's satisfaction in her anger. I want to make her feel it. I want to make her worry.
I'm pissed that she's so cosy with Louis. He's my brother and I love him, but he's not going to take my Cassidy.

Class seems to drag on and it's all I could do to not end it early. I want to pull her into my arms and ask her if she missed me. Instead, I tell her I need to talk to her about being my assistant. I need a reason to talk to her that doesn't show her how eager I am to sped ore one-on-one time with her. I am Harry, Prince of Europe. I can have any girl I want. I'm not sprung on her. Hell, no!

The fire's in Cassidy's eyes as soon as she starts talking to me. She's still angry at me and she's embarrassed. I see her staring at my chest furtively and I know that she's remembering that night. I can't resist the slight tremble of her lips as they beckon me and I grab her and kiss her hard. Her lips feel supple beneath mine and I know that the beginning of our sexual journey together is about to start when I feel her fingers running through my hair. Her breasts are crushed up against my chest and I want to turn her around and bend her over. I'm about to grab her ass, when I stop. This isn't the way I want this to go down, so I pull back from her and lose, and I smile. This is going to be like taking candy from a baby.