Master Class: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (+ Bonus Book 'Silent Daughter 1') by Linnea May
Authors: Linnea May
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up to her temple, grimacing as if she was chewing on her words instead of saying them out loud.
"Actually, yes there was," she says eventually, lowering her hand.
Her movements are so considered and calm, in stark contrast to the heavy wind that forecasts a thunderstorm. It's been unusually hot and humid for the past few days, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who welcomes the cool breeze and the accompanied relief.
While it was sunny just a few moments ago, the sun is now suddenly hidden behind dark clouds and the heavens start growling above us.
Miss Harlington looks up to the sky with her mouth partly opened, studying the busy clouds above us.
Standing outside, let alone beneath this huge tree, once the thunderstorm breaks loose is not a good idea. But I'm not done with her, yet.
"If you wish to continue this conversation, I may have a little time right now," I tell her. "But we can't do it out here, with the thunderstorm approaching."
Her gaze goes back and forth between me and the rumbling sky above us. She's still chewing on her lips, her messy hair blowing around her pale face as she contemplates her options.
Finally, her eyes stay on mine, and she suggests a nod.
"Where should we go?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
LANA
T he clouds literally explode above us as we turn around to head for a coffee place off campus that I suggested. It all happens within seconds. Sunshine is replaced by an eerie darkness and the wind increases, turning from a light breeze to violent gusts across the campus.
Mr. Portland is walking next to me, his eyes going back and forth between the busy heaven and the area ahead of us.
"Is it far?" He asks.
"No," I reply. I'm clutching the satchel against my side, trying to keep up with his long stride and fast pace as he quickens his steps. "It's just a five minute walk."
"Even that might be too much," he presumes.
The weather gods prove him right. The moment he finishes his sentence, the clouds unleash a heavy rainfall upon us. There's no harbinger, no light drizzle that announces heavier rain to come, it just starts pouring down in torrents from one moment to the next.
"Fuck!" I hear him yelling through the heavy rain. Loud thunder accompanies his curse, startling me as I feel Mr. Portland's hand on my back. He starts running and pushes me along with him. His hand leaves my back a few moments later, and I watch in surprise when I see him take off his jacket while running. It's a futile attempt, but he throws it over my head, trying to protect me from the rain. I'm soaked already, but my heart skips due to this intimate gesture.
He steers me to the other direction, his firm upper body pushing against my side as he forces me to turn right.
"That's not the way to the-"
"We're not going to the Café!" He interrupts me. "Run!"
I realize that we're heading back to the building we just came from, evading students and teachers left and right as they flee from the sudden storm. Everybody is so occupied with the weather, that they don't pay any attention to us. Thank God. With how popular Mr. Portland is among my female classmates, I bet I'm risking a lot of hateful stares with the way I'm tucked beneath his jacket, his insanely muscular chest still bumping into me with every step while we're running next to each other.
My cheeks are burning with heat, despite the cool breeze the thunder storm brought along. I find myself a little disappointed when we reach the entrance of the Economics building and he instantly puts some distance between us, removing his protective arms from me, but not his jacket.
The entrance area is filled with students, most of them just as soaked as we are. Mr. Portland is standing next to me in a light blue shirt that is sticking to his undoubtedly toned chest and arms. He lifts his hand to ruffle his wet hair and move the dripping strands from his face, a gesture that looks forbiddingly sexy on a man like him.
He catches me staring at him, and I instinctively duck beneath his
"Actually, yes there was," she says eventually, lowering her hand.
Her movements are so considered and calm, in stark contrast to the heavy wind that forecasts a thunderstorm. It's been unusually hot and humid for the past few days, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who welcomes the cool breeze and the accompanied relief.
While it was sunny just a few moments ago, the sun is now suddenly hidden behind dark clouds and the heavens start growling above us.
Miss Harlington looks up to the sky with her mouth partly opened, studying the busy clouds above us.
Standing outside, let alone beneath this huge tree, once the thunderstorm breaks loose is not a good idea. But I'm not done with her, yet.
"If you wish to continue this conversation, I may have a little time right now," I tell her. "But we can't do it out here, with the thunderstorm approaching."
Her gaze goes back and forth between me and the rumbling sky above us. She's still chewing on her lips, her messy hair blowing around her pale face as she contemplates her options.
Finally, her eyes stay on mine, and she suggests a nod.
"Where should we go?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
LANA
T he clouds literally explode above us as we turn around to head for a coffee place off campus that I suggested. It all happens within seconds. Sunshine is replaced by an eerie darkness and the wind increases, turning from a light breeze to violent gusts across the campus.
Mr. Portland is walking next to me, his eyes going back and forth between the busy heaven and the area ahead of us.
"Is it far?" He asks.
"No," I reply. I'm clutching the satchel against my side, trying to keep up with his long stride and fast pace as he quickens his steps. "It's just a five minute walk."
"Even that might be too much," he presumes.
The weather gods prove him right. The moment he finishes his sentence, the clouds unleash a heavy rainfall upon us. There's no harbinger, no light drizzle that announces heavier rain to come, it just starts pouring down in torrents from one moment to the next.
"Fuck!" I hear him yelling through the heavy rain. Loud thunder accompanies his curse, startling me as I feel Mr. Portland's hand on my back. He starts running and pushes me along with him. His hand leaves my back a few moments later, and I watch in surprise when I see him take off his jacket while running. It's a futile attempt, but he throws it over my head, trying to protect me from the rain. I'm soaked already, but my heart skips due to this intimate gesture.
He steers me to the other direction, his firm upper body pushing against my side as he forces me to turn right.
"That's not the way to the-"
"We're not going to the Café!" He interrupts me. "Run!"
I realize that we're heading back to the building we just came from, evading students and teachers left and right as they flee from the sudden storm. Everybody is so occupied with the weather, that they don't pay any attention to us. Thank God. With how popular Mr. Portland is among my female classmates, I bet I'm risking a lot of hateful stares with the way I'm tucked beneath his jacket, his insanely muscular chest still bumping into me with every step while we're running next to each other.
My cheeks are burning with heat, despite the cool breeze the thunder storm brought along. I find myself a little disappointed when we reach the entrance of the Economics building and he instantly puts some distance between us, removing his protective arms from me, but not his jacket.
The entrance area is filled with students, most of them just as soaked as we are. Mr. Portland is standing next to me in a light blue shirt that is sticking to his undoubtedly toned chest and arms. He lifts his hand to ruffle his wet hair and move the dripping strands from his face, a gesture that looks forbiddingly sexy on a man like him.
He catches me staring at him, and I instinctively duck beneath his
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