21 - Azira.

I walk out of the bar to get some fresh air, as I've hardly been able to breathe with Professor Luigi so close to me. For some crazy reason, I admitted to him I've been getting into trouble on purpose, but it's like any time he demands anything from me I can't deny him.

And so when he demanded the truth, I had to give it to him. It's stifling in the bar, but I think it's because of him and the way he looks at me that has me so hot under the collar.

I run a hand across the back of my neck and then lean against the cool brick wall, shutting my eyes. It feels good to get some fresh air, as it felt like I might suffocate inside.

"Problem, Sidorov?"

His voice to my left makes me freeze in both fear and anticipation. The tone of it is so sinfully deep that it makes my thighs clench as I imagine all the dirty things I want him to do to me.

I plaster on a smile, but I know it doesn't reach my eyes before turning to him. "I just needed some air."

He arches a brow and walks closer to me, making