Gabriel’s Inferno Trilogy by Sylvain Reynard Page 0,439

in wild, passionate, scent-transferring (albeit quick) preconference sex.

The Emersons were late departing for All Souls College. On the hurried walk over, Julia told Gabriel the story of Katherine and Old Hut.

He was surprised. He knew Professor Hutton by reputation but had never met him. Apparently, he was a bit of a bastard.

(One might wonder how much of a bastard Hutton had been, given the former nature of the professor making the judgment.)

Gabriel was grateful for Professor Picton’s support and told her so over breakfast inside All Souls, expressing his hope that Christa would forgo the opportunity to make trouble for Julia at her lecture.

“Applesauce,” said Katherine. “Julianne has the situation in hand and we’d all do well to let her see to it.”

Julia smiled bravely, fidgeting with the silver necklace Gabriel had given her back in Selinsgrove.

As they entered St. Anne’s after breakfast, Gabriel wrapped an arm around Julia’s waist, hugging her.

“You look lovely. And you’re going to be fine.”

She glanced down at her navy suit and plain navy pumps. Gabriel had wanted her to wear Prada or Chanel, but she was wary of flaunting their money. She’d rather people focused on her research than her clothes. So she’d purchased a simple jacket and skirt from Ann Taylor, with modestly high-heeled shoes from Nine West. Even so, given the way some of the other conferencegoers dressed (with the exception of Christa Peterson), she felt a bit overdone.

Underneath her clothes, she knew she wore Gabriel’s scent along with the corset he’d bought for her, which bolstered her confidence considerably.

“I’m going to get a coffee. What would you like?” He smiled and released her.

“A bottle of water, please. I’d like to sit down, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. See you in there.”

Julia returned his smile and entered the lecture theater alone.

Gabriel exchanged a few pleasantries with some colleagues before he approached the refreshment table. By the time he’d poured his drink and taken a bottle of water, everyone had exited.

Or so he thought.

“Hello, Professor.”

A sultry voice behind him arrested his attention. Gabriel turned to find Christa hovering nearby like a malevolent ghost.

“What do you want?” His expression grew murderous.

“You wanted to talk yesterday. So—talk.”

Gabriel glanced around the empty room, wondering if their voices would carry into the lecture theater.

Christa stepped closer to him than was appropriate and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. When she opened them, her eyes were hungry.

“You smell like sex.”

“Don’t play games with me. I want the slander to stop.”

“That isn’t going to happen.”

“I’ll sue you.”

Something flitted across her face, but she quickly pulled her features into a relaxed smile.

“For what? Telling the truth?”

“There’s no truth to your character assassinations. You weren’t harassed back in Toronto. And Julia does her own research, as is obvious to anyone with half a brain.”

The sound of laughter echoed from the lecture theater. Gabriel turned in its direction.

Christa lifted her voice to regain his attention.

“You’re forgetting the part where you fucked one of your students and were placed on administrative leave. That’s a story worth telling. Not to mention the fact that Professor Singer had quite a bit to say about you. It’s a pity she didn’t take photographs. I would have liked one.”

She reached up to brush imaginary lint off the lapels of his navy blue suit.

He caught her hand at the wrist and squeezed. Hard.

“You’re playing with fire.”

She leaned even closer, bringing her mouth within inches of his. “Oh, I hope so, Professor.”

With disgust he released her, stepping back and wiping his hands as if they’d been contaminated. With another glance toward the theater, he decided to end their confrontation.

“You keep your mouth shut. Or I’ll make your life a living hell.”

“There’s no reason to be unfriendly. The power to end this is in your hands.” She gestured to his crotch, her lips turning up into an appreciative smile. “Actually, it’s a bit lower.”

He muttered an expletive and began to walk away, but she followed him.

“Come to my hotel and tomorrow, you won’t have to worry about my talented mouth anymore.” She placed her hand on his arm, dropping her voice to a seductive whisper. “I know you. I know what you like and I know what you want. We’ll fuck all night then go our separate ways.”

He pushed her hand away roughly.

“No.”

“Then what happens next is on your conscience.”

Gabriel took a step in her direction. “You stay away from my wife, do you hear me?”

“I’m at the Malmaison. It used to be a prison, which should appeal to you.”