Page 146 of Devious Knight
That’s why I’m dropping by now. It didn’t take much to find out from Lana’s airhead friends that she’d been summoned to see the lord chancellor. People tend to think that when your presence is requested by such a person, it’s either for something important or you’re in trouble. Fortunately for me, Lana’s friends thought she was that important the lord chancellor needed her.
My stomach is in knots, but my eagerness fuels me. Like when I was fifteen, I have no plan, but unlike back then, I have something to work with. Something that can’t get me or Dad in trouble if the truth comes out.
When I reach his door, I hear someone giggling inside.
This isn’t the kind of door with a keyhole that I can peek in, but I can certainly listen in.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to see anything. I just wanted to test the waters. People can act guilty in other ways.
More giggles filter through the door, so I press my ear to the smooth wood surface.
“Fuck, you are good. Now put that hot little mouth of yours to use and suck me like a good little slut,” Parker groans.
Eww, shit. I feel like I’m going to vomit everything I’ve ever eaten in my life. I wish I could bleach my ears.
But God… I’m right.
What the hell more confirmation do I need than that? Parker is totally fucking around with the students—with Lana.
The sucking sound I hear next confirms she’s giving him a blowjob. I wish I were brave enough to kick the door open and catch them in the act, but I’m not prepared.
What I need are pictures or a video. If I burst in, they’d jump apart and fix themselves. Unless they’re naked—which I have no way of knowing—they might not look as guilty as I need them to look. Then I’d have nothing and be in even more trouble.
There is no way I’m going to let him get away with this, though. Absolutely no way. Parker Federov and his holier-than-thou attitude telling me there’s nothing about me that stands out from the crowd. Fuck him. He can fuck himself. Or I’ll be sure to do it for him.
Starting now. I straighten and knock on the door.
Judging from the sounds inside, I can tell they’re scrambling around to fix themselves.
“Just a minute,” Parker calls out.
Bastard. I hope his dick falls out. Two minutes pass before he calls for me to come in.
Feigning shyness, I open the door and push it open slowly. I walk in past the bookshelves and find the two of them standing by the window.
Parker is holding a large accounting book, and Lana is balancing a stack of papers looking like she was helping him to sort out documents.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were busy,” I say in a meek, innocent voice.
“That’s okay. Lana was just helping me with some paperwork. It can wait.” He gives me a small smile, but I don’t miss the unmistakable wariness in his expression. “Come back later, Lana.”
“Of course, sir.” Lana sets the papers down and makes her way past me, cutting me a hard glance as she walks by.
She probably thinks I’m like her and he’s going to mess around with me next. No, Lana. I’m not a floozy skank like you.
I do, however, feel the stab of envy because I know Kade was with her. She’s pretty and has that model beauty and body that guys will always like. Hence why she was here.
When the door closes, I turn back to Parker, who is already staring back at me.
“You said I could drop by when I was feeling better, so here I am.” I maintain the meekness in my voice.
“Of course, come and sit.” He points to the hot seat I was in days ago.
I sit, and he lowers himself into his chair behind the desk.
“How are you feeling?” If nothing else, he’s one of the world’s best actors. He sure looks like he really cares about me. “I can’t imagine how horrible it was for you to go through something like that.”
“I’m still shaken, but I’m doing better.”