She had told Loui that she was going to work on a project with Jack, so she wouldn't come home every day like in the past. Louis was very sad that her best friend was partially moving out but she didn't voice her feelings out to her because if she did, Kay would stay.
When Loui had nightmares, Kay was always by her side. Now Kay needed her to let her do her thing so she wouldn't hold her friend back. She was the reason Kay came to Sylvester College. Normally, Kay wanted to go to the same university as Andrew even before she and Andy met.
"Hi," Kay breathed, standing at his penthouse's doorstep.
The man leaned against the door frame, a lazy smile on his face. "About time you showed up, Hastings. We have a lot of work to do."
"Oh shut it, professor. The only reason I agreed to this was because we needed to finish the new security system for Rory and Nate's sake." Oliver moved to the side, allowing Kay to enter his home.
"Come right in." He said blankly before closing the door. He took her bags from her as she waltzed in like she owned the place. Since it was his, it was hers.
"So where would be working? Do you have a home office or something?" Her eyes scanned his house. She had been here before but didn't have the time to survey the space. The house was futuristic and tech-savvy but there was no personal touch, only paintings of the world that blended in with the white, brown, and black aesthetic of the place.
Kayla being Kayla started to touch everything that had a button and she found out that his circular couch could spin around like a swivel chair. She sat on it and pressed the button on the side. "Woooo!"
Oliver just stood at the side leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching everything she was doing with an indulgent smile.
"I need this couch like yesterday!" She sighed dreamingly.
"Why? So you can spoil it, Hastings? No chance."
Kayla gave him a dirty once-over. "I'm rethinking this whole roommate thing. You are an asshole and I don't want to be infected at all cost." She scoffed, rising to her feet and walking towards Oliver, stopping only three feet from him. That was a safe distance from him. They both needed it.
"You don't have to worry, Hastings, your personality can't be tainted by me." He straightened himself, dominating her in terms of height. She took a tentative step back.
"By the time I'm done with you, you'll just be as corrupt as me maybe even worse but with the sexual fantasies you have, Hastings, I think we're on a good track."
His hooded eyes shone with a desire that melted her into a poodle. Then his hair fell carelessly on his head and his lips, so soft despite being thin. However, his voice. His voice did things to her because it was so direct, so sophisticated that the dirty things he said still sounded like music in her ears. Especially what he said at the club.
Kayla, eyes trained on Oliver slowly took off her coat and threw it aside.
Only their heavy breathing could be heard as his lips parted, staring at her lips before straying to her chest. She wore a crocheted top that had a halter neck leaving the middle of her breasts out in the open.
"Did you come here to seduce me, Hastings? Is that why you came?" He lowered his head, speaking breathily as his lips were just an inch away from hers, "To drive me mad? To make me fuck you over and over again till you can't walk for weeks?"
Her breath took a sharp intake at his words, "No. We came here to work on our security system, professor." She blinked her eyes innocently, while her hips hips moved forward so her core would connect with his member.
Oliver inhaled sharply. "You are a demon, you know that, Hastings? A succubus sent to suck my soul."
"Or in this case your dick, professor." She winked. Oliver smirked, expecting her to say something like that. She turned around and sashayed away from him.
Oliver led her to his home office and he set up two tables and chairs opposite each other in the middle of the room.
The next three hours were spent earnestly working. Both of them were glued to their screens, coffee inside a large water bottle beside them. They would ask each other questions, exchanging their laptops to check each other's work and Kay would ask Oliver questions when she was stuck. After all, he was the professional.
Kayla cracked her neck, turning it from side to side. She yawned.
Oliver looked up from his laptop and that was a big mistake. Kayla had packed her hair which was usually down into a messy bun, strands falling from her face. She looked like a painting.
"Want to take a break?" He asked, gaze darkening.
"Nah, I'm fine. I think we could almost be done with determining the final pattern for their attacks if only we could know whether more than one person attacks us. You know, some of your employees thought they could code a program that can determine the number of people attacking." She looked at Oliver who was staring intently at her but it didn't appear that he was listening.
"Did you hear anything I said, Oliver?"
"Yes." Was his reply before going back to work. Kayla shrugged and continued typing on her laptop. Feeling her body becoming stiff, she stretched, her back arching backward and Oliver saw this. Her breasts were out in the open like this. His cock twitched in his pants.
"Stop it." He demanded through gritted teeth.
"Huh?" She blinked.
"Nothing. I'm going to get a drink." The professor stood up from his seat, went behind his desk, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Fuck he couldn't think with her teasing him at every turn. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose but when he sneaked a glance at her, her brows were furrowed, typing furiously on the keyboard.
"I think I'm going to call it a night for now. Do you have a guest room?" When did she stand up?
His eyes raked her body and under his gaze, she felt naked. "When did you start wearing skirts, Hastings?"
"What do you mean?" Oliver sauntered forward and she wanted to escape because she liked it when he chased her but she schooled her expression. "I'm going to take a shower." She made her way to the door but Oliver was faster and he grabbed her by the arm, trapping her against the wall, and his hand above her head.
"Do you know what I want to do to you?" His voice boomed making her thighs clench.
"No… but I know it's not what I would like you to do to me." There was a quiver in her voice but she matched his gaze.
"Really? And what is it you would like me to do?" His fingers traced her bare arm and she shivered.
"Wha… what you said at the…. Lounge. I want you to…" she panted when two of his fingers pinched her nipple.
"Hmm? Want me to?" He was withholding his touch and she was about to go mad.
"I want you to do everything you said… to me."
Oliver took a step back. "Do you know what you're asking? Are you sure? You don't want that, Hastings. I don't know how to be gentle. I can't. I could…." He swallowed, looking away from her, "I like to do abnormal things."
Kayla's nostrils flared. "So all of that in the lounge was all talk? You just said it because it would make you look cool." She forced a laugh, "I should have known that you had a big ego but zero action. It's because you are scared, right?"
"Hastings," he warned. The way he sounded was dangerous and predatory. This was what she liked. Pushing him to the edge, thrilled her. Maybe she was twisted but it was all because of him. He made her like this. He made her want him to break her.
"What? I'm right, aren't I? Oliver Wilde is scared." She mocked, "he can't have sex because his dick is actually very small, and he-"
The next thing she knew, his hand was wrapped around her throat. "Finish the statement, Hastings. I dare you." He sneered. His hand was veiny and sexy. It fits around her neck like a collar. She was his. His.
"You can't do what you said because you are just all talk. Never in my life have I seen an asshole with an even bigger mouth." He wasn't choking her but her air flow wasn't the same.
His lips curled up, cruelly. There was a savage glint in his eyes and she could see herself, shaking because of his touch through his orbs.
The next words, he spoke were menacing, "I warned you, Hastings but you didn't listen."
Before she could ask anything, he threw her over his shoulder and she gasped. "What the fuck are you doing!? Put me down! Oliver put me down!" No amount of screaming and scratching did the trick.
"Put me down!" He carried her out of the study, walking around his home until he reached his room.
"Your wish is my command." Oliver dropped her on his bed with a thud. Kayla couldn't speak because of the way he looked at her. A hunter who knew that his prey had nowhere to go.
With her legs, she crawled back slowly, gulping as Oliver just stood at the edge of the bed, studying her with a smile that sent shivers down her spine.
"What do you want?"
This was their game. Pretending like she didn't want this because just like him, she enjoyed this. Fuck. She was made for him.
"I want you to strip for me, Hastings." He said with lustful eyes that made her feel wanted and desired.
"What?" She asked.
"I don't like to repeat myself, Hastings." He paused, taking her fragile position in, "So do it. Strip."