Katherine staggered out into the hotel hallway, everything below her navel completely turned to jelly. Almost six hours, nonstop… and she thought last month’s S&M crash course was bad.
“How’d it go, Miss Lutz?” a dreadfully familiar voice grinned.
She nearly jumped out her skin. Katherine looked up to see Miller leaning against the wall right next to the door. The freshmen’s words rang in her head.
Because we have a crush on him?
She glared and wordlessly attempted to stride away in the opposite direction. But her legs just wouldn’t cooperate.
“Careful!” Miller exclaimed as she stumbled. He lurched forward and put a hand on Katherine’s shoulder before she crashed into an expensive looking vase.
She blushed as Miller’s hand touched her bare skin. “Don’t touch me!” Katherine gasped, slapping his hand away in panic.
Miller’s eyebrows flew up in utter surprise, and there was a long pause, the two people eyeing each other as if they were complete strangers.
Suddenly, her extremely muscular customer strolled out of the room as well. He wasn’t particularly good looking, but the man’s muscles were so ripped that he needed extra-large shirts just to keep it all under control.
“You the teacher?” he grumbled, running a thick hand through his wiry hair.
Miller blinked twice, then rearranged his face into an award-winning smile. “Yes, I’m here to escort her back to her room. Standard protocol. How was she?”
The man shrugged. “She’s got great skills and a hot body, but I get the feeling that she was preoccupied by something the entire time.”
“Is that so…” Miller replied, stealing a glance towards Katherine, who wouldn’t meet his eyes. He turned back to the customer with another grin. “We’re so sorry. The truth is, she’s had an extremely long day, and you might’ve been too much for her to handle.”
The man perked up a little at this, and he cleared his throat to hide his pleasure. “Er, well, it’s fine, the little lady wasn’t bad or anything…”
“Oh, that’s good,” Miller said quickly, spinning Katherine around and practically shoving her down the hall. “It’s been a pleasure doing business, have a nice night!” he called over his shoulder before jumping into the open elevator at the end.
The moment the doors closed, Miller stopped waving and dropped his smile.
“What was that about?” he demanded.
Katherine ignored his probing questions, all the way until they reached her door. Miller sighed in exasperation as she stubbornly held her silence and thrust her card into the slot. “Dang it, Katherine! What happened?!”
She grimly yanked open the door and stepped into her refuge. Katherine stood in the doorway, ready to close the door on him. She hesitated, finally looked up at him, and opened her mouth. But after several minutes passed, she knew she couldn’t say it.
“Good night,” she muttered to the floor before slamming the door in his face.
Katherine put her back against the door in case the barbarian busted it down, but to her surprise, he didn’t pursue the topic further. As the sound of Miller’s footsteps receded, Katherine slid down against the polished wood and quietly breathed out in relief.
|Candice Swanepoel||as Katherine|