Chapter 4The Mind-Reading Crush

Following the room number on the card, I took the hotel elevator nervously.

Even my toes could guess what would happen tonight.

I clutched the box of ultra-thin 0.01 XL condoms I just bought, heart racing.

Wonder if this box is enough?

Seven times a night...

Can I handle that?

Lost in thought.

Before I knew it, I was at the door of the presidential suite at the end of the top floor hallway.

Faint sound of running water came from inside.

Paxton is showering?!

Heart pounding deafeningly, I told myself to stay calm.

But when swiping the card, my hand shook so much it wouldn't open.

Deep breath, ready to try again.

Click.

The heavy mahogany door was pulled open by a large hand.

Fresh mint soap scent mixed with clear male hormones hit my face.

I looked up blankly.

Paxton stood there in a very open white bathrobe, leaning lazily against the cabinet. The belt was loosely tied around his lean waist. His massive pecs rose and fell slowly with his breath, making me dizzy.

He looked down at me casually, grabbed a water bottle, and drank. Water droplets fell from his hair, sliding down his rolling Adam's apple, over his defined pecs, abs, v-line, all the way down...

I gulped, feet nailed to the floor.

"What? Not coming in? Standing guard?"

Paxton stared at me with a half-smile.

I snapped back.

My brain, dazed by beauty, cleared up a bit.

Thinking about what comes next.

I suddenly felt cowardly.

Subconsciously turned to run.

Us college girls are like this.

Talk big game about guys, making everything sound dirty.

In reality, lives as bland as water, living like nuns, zero combat experience.

A pair of hot hands grabbed my wrists from behind.

Turned around.

Bang.

Paxton slammed the door shut.

One hand on the door, the other loosely around my waist:

"Trying to run? Too late."

Tone flirty and mean, eyes full of aggression.

I looked up at him in disbelief.

Wait, isn't the legendary ice prince supposed to be restrained? Why so wild?!

"W-what do you want?"

"Late at night, alone together..."

He chuckled, leaning in, deep eyes locking onto my face:

"What do you think I want?"

Too close. His hot breath drowned me, cold mint scent overwhelming me.

I stopped breathing, body stiff as ice.

Paxton smirked, lifted me with one arm, and strode towards the large round table in the suite.

"On, on the table? I-isn't that bad?"

My face burned.

Accidentally said my thoughts out loud.

He turned to look at me, his dark eyes scary hot:

"Where else?"

"The bed?"

Choked by his bluntness, I looked away in panic.

Paxton put me on a chair, opened my... backpack, and placed my textbooks on the table one by one, neatly.

I looked at him confused, thoughts flying wild:

[What? Why take out textbooks?]

[Is this some kinky roleplay? Teacher-student play?]

[As expected of him, plays hard.]

[How do I cooperate?]

[Boohoo, Mr. Pei, no, don't, gentle, slow down, please Mr. Pei~]

[Wow, so shameful, so exciting, I like it.]

While fantasizing.

A pen was shoved into my hand.

Paxton pulled out a chair, sat next to me, and opened the calculus textbook slowly with his long fingers:

"Miss Ning, which problem can't you solve? Come, Mr. Pei will teach you."

Tone serious.

Fantasy shattered.

Wait?

This kind of teacher-student play?

I looked up at him in disbelief:

"Y-you said relieve stress, you meant teaching me calculus?"

He blinked his peach blossom eyes, looking innocent:

"Yeah, what else?"

"If you learn it and aren't scared of the final, no stress, right?"

Did I really think wrong?

Still unwilling to give up, I questioned him logically:

"Wait? Can't teach calculus in the library?! W-why bring me to a hotel room?! A-and dressed like this?! Who teaches calculus dressed like this?!"

"Library would disturb others. Just showered, what else would I wear but a bathrobe?"

Paxton flicked my forehead, tone helpless:

"Miss Ning, I must remind you, if you keep thinking about nonsense and don't study, you'll really fail."

Heh, couldn't tell.

The usually selfish Young Master Pei is quite considerate.

Actually caring if I, a stranger classmate, pass calculus?!

Who understands the redemption of crush turning into calculus teacher?

I don't.

Calculus!

Go to hell!