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“Did you enjoy your dinner?”
At first he thought she was speaking to him but just as he opened his mouth to answer the woman next to her replied, “No, not really. I never know why I pay for those awful things, it is just one of those things you do at a conference.”
Connor shut his mouth with a snap. The elevator doors opened and they all stepped in, he stood behind Sandra, her body heat and the small mole on her upper right shoulder drawing his attention and keeping it firmly fixed until the doors opened and he had to step out.
Her face was pointed toward the floor when he gazed back for a moment. The doors closed, leaving him frustrated with himself for being such a coward.
**
The days of her vacation passed slowly for Sandra. She got home from the writer’s conference and immersed herself in the books she had bought but nothing could hold her attention for long. She began her garden but even the lure of fresh turned earth and sunshine failed to keep her mind occupied.
Irritated by her inability to concentrate she went out to the local lake for a day of sunbathing and took a picnic lunch. It was while she was on the shore that she first heard the news that had the college buzzing.
“Connor Beaumont,” a young woman with a short ebony pageboy gushed to her equally nubile friend, “Can you believe that they got him to agree to be writer in residence for a year? At this stuffy old college?”
“He is so hot,” her friend yawned.
Sandra quit listening. Her heart throbbed and hammered at her chest walls. Connor, here? Where she worked, and lived? How would she stand that? Writer in residence positions lasted for a year!
Her vacation ended as the new semester began. She went back to work, her nerves at a fevered pitch. Crossing the campus from her small home to the main section where the tall red brick buildings that housed the storied fraternities and sororities stood her mouth went dry at the sight of a low-slung Corvette parked across the graveled drive. A young man ran out of one house and jumped into the sporty car and her breath returned to normal, she had been utterly convinced that Connor would be the driver of that car.
You are being silly, she chided herself. You are going to see him; there is no way around it so act like you have some sense.
The rational part of her brain knew that if she had been aware that he was going to be teaching at the university she would never have slept with him. All she needed was a dangerous stranger who knew her darkest secrets walking the campus halls with her.
Her face flushed again at the memory of what she had allowed him to do with and to her. His hot mouth and clever hands, the hard cock that had filled her so entirely, all of it came back in vivid detail.
Sandra reached her office and closed the door, trying desperately to sort her thoughts. The summer had ended and the campus had sprung back to life almost magically, freshmen with anxious, expectant faces had arrived and the older students were renewing friendships and planning parties. The schedules were going up, the sororities and frats were busy sorting through pledges.
There was a tingle of anticipation that Sandra had always loved hanging over everything. The feeling that anything was possible and great things were about to happen. She knew by the end of winter term the campus would have slumped into a somnolent daze and the freshmen would be wearing tired glazed expressions as they headed toward the spring quarter and the end of their first year of higher learning.
There was a part of her that longed to stop time, to keep those early heady days bottled up forever. She knew that that was part of her problem, she longed for adventure and fun, for the eagerness that came from embarking on something new and unexpected but the practical part of her being would not allow for that too often.
It was probably a good thing too, given the way she had behaved at the conference. She still had the remnants of a blister on the top of her smallest toe from the wild dancing she had engaged in with Connor, right before he had led her to the elevator and to her own room.
Sighing, she shifted the papers on her desk and stared out at the green and bustling campus. Her office, like all offices, sat in a tall gray and red building whose lower floors were a warren of small rooms hacked into even smaller rooms as the faculty grew. The Lit department sat in the east wing of the building so that the sun fell on the windows attractively in the evenings but during the day the rooms were often chilled and sterile feeling.
“I am totally lost.”
Sandra’s head yanked up in surprise but her own shock was no greater than Connor’s. He stared at her, certain that he was hallucinating. He had just spent a long few weeks thinking about the woman he had met at the writer’s conference and here she sat before him, tucked neatly behind a massive oak desk. Her hair hung in shining waves to her shoulders and her eyes, widened by surprise, were emphasized by a bare amount of mascara and a soft russet shadow that brought out their color.
He swallowed hard and tried out his most disarming smile, still rattled by the sight of her it felt more like a jack o’ lantern grin than anything else. His eyes went to the soft curves of her breasts, covered and revealed simultaneously by the crisp white blouse and blue blazer that she wore.
“Your office is two doors down.”
Her words were icy. His gaze went back up to her lovely face. It was set in a stern mask; obviously she did not take well to being interrupted. “Thank you.” He paused, debating for a moment. His gaze went to her ring finger, which was bare, “I suppose we were never really properly introduced.”
“I know who you are. Did you lose the blonde on your way here?”
Ouch. He wanted to grin at the catty nastiness in her query but he knew she had every right to be pissed. He had avoided her after the night they had spent together; he deserved whatever she dished out. However, perhaps she would be willing to take a little too.
“No, but I lost a beautiful brunette at the conference.”
“Maybe she is hiding in your pants.” Sandra snapped the words out, her ire growing by the second. She did not know why she was so angry, he had never promised her anything. It had been clear that they were just having fun that night so why did she want to make him feel badly?
Connor gave her a malicious smile, rubbed his hand down the front of his pants and said, “I do not think so but if she would like to be that could be arranged.”
“You are a pig,” she hissed.
