Black Rainbow (Rainbows 1)

“Actually, I wasn’t worried about that,” she replied, seeming as shocked as I was by her own revelation. “I was just thinking that I would be meeting your parents, but your point is more important—”

“No. I like where your thoughts are going,” I said, moving in closer to her.

She tried to look away from me, but I wouldn’t let her.

“You’re starting to think like my—”

“Don’t say it. If you say it you will jinx it,” she said, eyes wide.

“Girlfriend,” I finished with a grin.

She sighed, dropping her head on my chest in mock distress. “You said it.”

“I did,” I admitted as I held on to her, “and I want to stay here longer, but we have to get back before everything closes. You need a dress, and a mask.”

“A mask?” She looked up and frowned.

“The party is really more like a masquerade ball.”

She rolled her eyes, and kissed my lips before breaking away from me and heading back to the bedroom. “I’m going to go pack. You should hurry up and write that email. But then again, no matter when you write it, we will all jump to your beck and call.”

She was the only one I wanted to jump at my call.

Focu…I thought to myself, taking out my phone and opening my email. It was short and quick.

To The Twelve Disciples, tomorrow, at nine o’clock, you are to be at 193 Commonwealth Ave for my last act of kindness for the semester.

Professor Levi Black.

Note: It’s a masquerade.

Thea read from the door of the bedroom. “Your last act of kindness?”

“Too much?”

“This thing we’re doing—”

“Dating?” I teased.

“That. It makes emails like this seem non-threatening, you know that right?” She frowned.

“Believe me, once classes start again, Ms. Cunning, you will not be saying that. I can keep the two parts of me separate.” I said it with a serious tone, trying my best to sound menacing, despite the fact that I couldn’t help but touch her now.

My hands traced the side of her curves from her hips to her chest.

“How?” she asked.

I had finally figured out why it was that I didn’t treat her any differently when we were in class.

“Because I want to make you the best damn lawyer I possibly can. Which means I will be pushing you at every turn. You’ll want to take my head off, I might even hurt your feelings, but at the end of the da

y, if it helps you to become a better lawyer, then it’s worth it to me.”

“Thank you—”

“You don’t have to thank me, just prepare yourself,” I replied, picking her up and taking her into the bedroom.

“For class, or for—”