CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

At first she froze, afraid he wouldn’t stop with kissing, but after a few seconds of his lips caressing over hers, he pulled away.

“We’ve got to work on that. No one will believe that kiss.”

The heat rose to her face, and she looked down at her hands. “I-I’ll do better.”

“Yes, you will,” he said. “Go get your papers. You can go back to your room. I expect you to study and know everything in that packet by tomorrow evening.”

Genevieve got up without a word and retreated to the kitchen. When she got back to her room she locked the door. He might be mad if he found it locked to him, but it was the only way she’d feel safe enough to sleep.

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Clint contemplated the enigma that lived in his house. She had to be a sub. Somewhere deep down. He’d been surprised from her answers that she had dated more than one man.Her level of fear toward him had led him to believe she might be an introvert to men. She’d in fact had several boyfriends in college, and was what he’d call experienced. Ev