The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy Chapter 157

But how do I get the upper hand here? Or, at least, get out of this?

“No developments in my magic,” I snap, though my voice is soft, almost a whisper as I stare tensely down into his face, wondering what the hell he’s going to do next. “Not since the marble.”

“Ah, yes, the fascinating marble,” Alvez murmurs, his thumb starting to make slow circles around the inner part of my knee. “That you melted. All by yourself.”

I raise my chin, daring him to call my bluff.

“And what of your connection to Cadet McClintock,” Alvez murmurs, his thumb still moving, though making broad strokes now instead of little circles. “Did you experiment more with him? Complete your homework, like a good girl?”

My breath hitches, then, as his hand presses upwards, caressing the top of my thigh and working its way around to the outside as Alvez smiles at me, possessive and hungry.

I just stare at him, shocked, until he gives my leg a quick little slap that makes me jump. “Pay attention, Princess,” he murmurs, his smile deepening. “Did you do your homework?”

“Y-yes,” I say, sitting rigid on my professor’s desk, “but…um…”

“No developments,” he says, his voice low, like he’s disappointed in me. Slowly, his hand begins to move again, moving slowly – so slowly - upwards. An anxious heat starts to curl in me, and I don’t know what to do, panic mixing with something else.

With – with fury? I don’t know what. Some kind of heat.

I don’t respond, not saying anything else.

“And,” Alvez continues, his eyes locked on mine, “what of McClintock’s power? Did your magic’s affinity with his produce any results regarding his own powers?”

I frown slightly at him now, confused. “But you saw him yesterday,” I whisper, “so he’ll have already told you –“

I gasp when Alvez smacks my leg again, this time harder, and getting dangerously close to my ass. My professor leans forward, smiling at me, enjoying himself. “Don’t worry about what McClintock and I talked about yesterday during our office hours,” he murmurs, slow and pleased, “I’m asking you now. This is our time, after all. Just you and me.”

I lean back, away from him, my heart starting to pound as he puts his other hand on my other knee, starting to press against it, clearly obliging my legs to spread open. I squeeze my thighs, wanting the opposite, when suddenly –

A knock comes at the door – a deliberate rapping sound, but too hard to be casual. Alvez freezes, his head whipping towards the door. Neither of us move.

The knock comes again and Alvez scowls, glaring up at me. “Who did you call here?”

“N-no one,” I say, shaking my head.

“Professor Alvez?”

I sit up straight when I instantly recognize the voice calling outside.

The professor scowls at me but stands and walks towards the door. When he pulls it open, Jackson’s eyes flick over him only for a second before they move immediately to me, sitting on the desk, Alvez’s chair still sitting directly before me.

“Yes, Cadet McClintock?” Alvez murmurs, leaning against the doorframe and blocking Jackson’s path should he want to enter. Alvez is annoyed and makes sure that Jackson hears every inch of it in his voice.

“Yeah, I had some questions about magic,” Jackson says, not taking his eyes from me, his voice bored and not even bothering to pretend that he’s serious about that.

“Well, then you’ll have to make an appointment,” Alvez replies, pressing himself up from the doorframe and starting to close the door. “I’ll be happy to speak to you at another time –“

“Nah, I need to come in now,” Jackson says, breaking through the arm that Alvez has spread across the door and moving immediately to the window on the other side of the room, which he leans against. He taps the side of his head. “I’ll forget all my questions if I leave now. And considering how much progress you’d like me to make,” he shrugs, “I’m sure you’d hate me to do that.”

I work very, very hard to fight the smile that pulls at my lips.