Secrets and Seduction: A Dark Boarding School Romance (Preston Academy Book 1)

I knelt like a fool under Mr. Preston’s desk, which fortunately was built to shield me from the outer world.

Every step he took made me wince, my body overflowing with adrenaline. I just prayed that he wouldn’t sit down, that he had just forgotten something.

Speaking of forgetting…my satchel. I had set it down next to his desk. It shone in the room like a glowing neon sign: Avery James is kneeling under the desk, almost pissing herself with fear.

“Are you coming to dinner with my father next weekend?” Penelope asked, her voice as soft as a summer breeze.

Mr. Preston stopped beside the desk, just in front of my satchel. The hope that he wouldn’t notice it vanished like a speck of dust in the wind.

Before I knew it, he shifted his weight and elegantly kicked the bag under the desk, hidden from Penelope’s eyes. Why had he done that?

At that moment, I couldn’t think about it, because he strode around the corner and sat down on the leather chair, his knees close to my face. Fuck. I tried to breathe as quietly as possible, not to make a sound, and yet I felt like my pounding heartbeat was echoing throughout the room.

“I don’t know yet,” he returned curtly, obviously disinterested by the prospect of spending time with her family.

The chair’s castors squeaked and before I knew it, he had moved so far forward that my head was only inches from his crotch. This bastard had done it on purpose, knowing full well that I was hiding down here.

His body heat mixed with mine, my senses all too alerted by his proximity. No, stop thinking anything inappropriate, I warned myself, he’s a potential killer.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

His hips moved a little closer, and I crashed my chin right between his legs. Okay, if he hadn’t noticed that I was down here, he certainly knew it now.

His whole body tensed, and he stilled, motionless as a statue.

“Think about it. You haven’t been with us for a long time. Besides, my father is already suspicious about the student. I would be grateful if you would lull him into safety. You know how he is when something doesn’t go his way.” I almost felt sorry for her. With the stories Noah had told me, I could imagine exactly what kind of man her father was.

My professor exhaled in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll stop by for a minute.” An evening with Ms. Arden, how nice, I sneered. This was the most inappropriate moment to be jealous.

These two had a past and a secret that connected them. Me and Alexander had neither, especially no past. And no future.

Stop it, Avery, I admonished myself again.

“Thank you,” she replied, her voice more cheerful, girlish.

Without another word, she turned and left the room, her footsteps growing quieter before the tapping sound vanished into thin air.

I knew what was coming—a tantrum. Oh, I would have loved to curl up and die right then and there.

“There we have the little thief.” He rolled back and grabbed me roughly by the arm, yanking me up and staring angrily into my eyes, his look the epitome of wrath. “Explain yourself.”

How was I supposed to explain myself? I’m sorry, because I was looking for evidence that you could be Olivia’s killer? No.

“Don’t stand there looking like a moron. Open your mouth.” He crossed his arms, growing more impatient with each breath. “Or do you want to take this to the principal?” I pressed my lips together, having to think of what lie to tell him. I was short of time, so my resources were limited.

“Cigarettes, sir.” I took them out of my pocket and presented them to him, forcing myself to put on an embarrassed expression. Something told me he didn’t quite believe my excuse.

“For two stupid cigarettes you risked your place at the academy? You’re dumber than I thought.” Ouch.

“Probably. There are a few stupid things I’ve done lately.” His jaw tensed, his gaze deadly. I hoped he enjoyed the sideswipe.

“Right, that’s why you ended up here. Because you were stupid and wanted to play with fire. Literally.” It almost sounded like he was taking my stay here personally.

“My intentions were noble. Something you would never understand. And I would do it again. Always,” I hissed, my voice raised. “But what am I talking about? You’ll never see me as anything but a criminal.” He seemed almost…offended. At least that’s how it looked for a moment before he put on his usual expression, his mask.

“My profession doesn’t permit me to see anyone here as anything but criminals.”

Deep down, I wished he would have asked why I was really here, why I had taken on this burden. But he didn’t. He didn’t care.

“Then why don’t you take me to your aunt, throw me at her feet, point your finger at me? And shove your fucking cigarettes up your ass.” I didn’t want to lose my temper, but his words had triggered something inside me, a frustration I didn’t understand.

“Is that how you talk to a professor?” He took a step closer, and I had nowhere to go, couldn’t avoid his menacing calmness.

“No. That’s how I talk to Alexander Preston,” I hissed.

Something unfamiliar flashed in his blue eyes.

“If you were talking to Alexander Preston, you’d be lying on this desk by now, moaning and begging me not to stop. But you don’t, so get out of here, or you’ll have to keep the cook company in the kitchen for the rest of your stay.” I gritted my teeth, wishing I could have clawed his eyes out.

“If you weren’t my professor, I’d make your life a living hell,” I retorted waspishly.

“You’re already doing that. Go.”

I reached for my satchel and slung it over my shoulder.

Without another word, I disappeared and didn’t look back.

This was fun.