Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I shrug. “What’s the worst thing that can happen? He turns us away.”
“I guess you are right, but it is kind of late, I think they are about to close the administrative building.”
“Well, hurry up then,” I tease, tugging Emerson around the corner, drawing a high-pitched giggle out of her. As if she’s flipped a switch, her laughter is cut off suddenly. I come to an abrupt halt as I take it the person in front of us.
“Luke?” I try not to sound so nervous, but it’s not every day I run into a contract killer… one that I’ve hired, nonetheless.
“Oh hey, crazy seeing you here,” he greets as if this situation is the most normal in the universe him. Dumbfounded, my eyes catch on a willowy looking woman tucked into his side. She can’t be much older than Emerson and I… and I guess Luke is our age as well, though it’s hard to tell with the whole assassin vibe he has going on. He looks like a total badass with his leather jacket and denim jeans. I wonder if he drove here on a motorcycle. Wouldn’t surprise me.
“How did you get here?” I ask, realizing how stupid that question sounds as soon as it comes out of my mouth. I follow it up with another question before he can answer. “I mean, what are you doing here?”
“This is…” Luke’s eyes dart between Emerson and me, and it’s almost like he’s reading us, trying to see if he can trust us. “This is my wife, Grace,” he finally says as if he’s decided that we’re worthy of the knowledge. The woman at his side pops out and gives us both a warm smile. Eyes the color of chocolate meet mine.
“Wife?” I try not to sound overly judgmental but married? The first thought popping into my mind is, does she know? She must know what he does, right? I can’t imagine she would marry him without knowing, which makes me wonder if she knows of the work he did for me?
Fuck this is weird.
“Yes, we’re married. We’ve known each other a long time, grew up together actually. Anyway, we’re here to register Grace for classes. She’s going to start coming here next semester.”
“Oh, cool,” I manage to get out. My hitman’s wife will just be attending classes with me and Emerson, that’s totally not weird or anything.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Emerson says, surprising the hell out of me when she offers her hand to Grace. They shake hands and smile at each other, making this whole thing ten times weirder.
“Okay, ah… we actually need to go, we wanted to drop by the Dean’s office before they close.”
“Sure, great seeing you guys. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again,” Luke says, making it sound like he guarantees that we will meet again.
We part ways and I can’t help but laugh, “This is insane.”
“I actually like them,” Emerson says, shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe we can do a double date or something?”
“You realize how crazy that sounds, right?” Shaking my head, I open one of the large double doors. “Let’s just get in and out of here before they close.”
The desk at the front is already empty, but the lights are still on, and obviously the door is still unlocked since we’re inside, so someone must still be here. Pulling my phone out to check the time, I find that it’s only a few minutes after five. I bet Sebastian is working late tonight, so he probably won’t even care that we’re dropping by. Sliding my phone back into my jeans, I start toward the long hall that heads down to the Dean’s office.
Still holding Emerson’s hand, I know on the door with my free hand. As soon as I do, I notice weird noises coming from inside the office. What the hell? It sounds like someone is choking. Confused I look at Emerson, finding the same confusion on her face.
“Sounds like something is wrong,” she whispers, and I agree.
Without knocking again, I grab the doorknob, twist and push the door open. The door swings open and we step in at the same time. Then we both freeze. Actually not just us, the other two people in the room do too. I try to look away but I can't.
Sebastian is sitting on the leather couch with his pants down to his ankles and his dick out. A petite blonde that I know for sure I’ve seen around campus. Which means that is a student kneeling in front of him, her gaze swings to us, her eyes widening like they are about to pop out of her head.
Her lips are swollen, and saliva is dribbling down her chin.
Fuck. We just walked in on the Dean getting a blowjob.
The End