How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 35: Feuding Tensions

They walked another thirty or forty paces without saying a word, across the well vegetated and manicured quad, Christian glancing at his watch every so often. When Jefferson Hall came up on their left, Amy couldn't help but bring up the subject of her scumbag professor.

    "So I guess you know my teacher," she said.

    "I know a couple on this campus." He glanced over at her with a quizzical expression. "Which teacher would that be?"

    "Professor Steele," she grumbled.

    "Nathaniel Steele?"

    "Yeah."

    "Ah, yes, of course. I do know him, quite well actually. We've been friends for years. I assume by the disgruntled tone of your voice, that you harbor some sort of animosity towards him."

    She stole a glance in his direction and scowled, the look on his face far from pleasant as his gait stiffened with tension. To be perfectly honest, he appeared to be a little disgruntled himself. She opened her mouth, trying as she might to find her voice but it was meek, almost a squeak. "I...don't mean any offense to you, sir. Really."

    He heaved a deep sigh. "No offense taken. What did he do that made you so displeased with him?"

    "Well, he's my British Lit professor, but he hasn't been very nice to me lately, especially today." She exhaled sharply. "It's hard to explain, but he like called me out in front of the whole class, claimed that I had an attitude and that I was being disrespectful. Then he made me stay after to talk to him in his office and proceeds to blackmail me into giving E a letter he wrote, just so I can get an extension on my paper."

    Christian's steps slowed and for a minute, she actually thought he was going to stop again to interrogate her. He stared straight ahead with a pensive expression, his eyes narrowing in their usual way. "While Nathaniel isn't above blackmailing someone to get what he wants, especially when it involves my cousin, I find it hard to believe that he would overreact, if you didn't intentionally provoke him first."

    She sighed softly but said nothing and just kept walking at the same pace he was, even if she could feel those hard chilling eyes burning a hole through her with his gaze. A set of shivers danced down her spine. After a few more paces, when his gaze refused to falter, she finally spoke, glancing in his direction, "please tell me why you keep staring at me like that."

    He turned his attention forward. "I'm staring because I'm trying to figure out what it is you said or more importantly, did, to make him treat you as rudely as you claimed. And I suspect, it's what you didn't do, that's created such a problem between you two."

    She groaned irritably. "Okay, okay! I was late, just by a few minutes and because of Eri–err–I mean, E, I was too busy this weekend to get any homework done."

    Christian heaved another deep and irritable sigh. "Look, I know he hasn't been easy on you lately, and I completely understand that you're exhausted," he stopped suddenly, firmly grabbing her arm and turning to face her, a dark and chilling vexation in his eyes, his voice deep and gravely, "but your training is never an excuse to neglect your school work. And when the time finally comes and I stake my claim on you, this is not something that I will stand for. Do you understand?"

    She gulped, the look in his eyes, the nearly painful grip on her arm causing her pussy to throb with her sudden arousal that was already sliding down her thighs. Her head bobbed up and down vigorously. "Ye–Yes, sir. Of course."

    He let go of her and strode off in the direction of the child development building.

    Amy exhaled sharply and jogged forward to catch up with him, hoping she hadn't ruined her chances with him now because of her attitude and that egotistical fucking Professor Steele. She looked over at him as she fell in step, wanting desperately to say something, to apologize, to beg and plead for him not to hate her, but was far too fearful of how he might react. Maybe it was better to just shut up...like a submissive was supposed to. She walked alongside him, tugging the strap of her backpack a little higher, intent on keeping her mouth shut.