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Ian took a deep breath and reached for his water. He let the car’s cool air wash over him. He could handle most facets of this loud city, but the heat drained him the most. He was more accustomed to the weather in the northern cities of the United States, and if he had his preference, he would have stayed in the holdings in England and Europe. Thank God for AC.
As the car slowed down in the traffic, Ian let his thoughts drift. What he would do first when he returned to the office, his to-do list at the penthouse, whether he ought to schedule another trip up north to check on the holdings in New York…
Unconsciously, his mind returned to the classroom. Hazel’s strident, offended voice… the way her breasts rose and fell with her angry breaths, exposed on both the top and sides by her tank top. One benefit of the weather: Ian could look forward to seeing those breasts bouncing for half the semester. Hazel was sexy in an entirely unaware way. She didn’t think of herself as something to be seen, and so didn’t act as though she knew she might be watched. The way she leaned over, and the gap between her tank top and her bra, allowed a clear view of her breasts… When her jeans slipped, and one could see the frilly edge of her Wonder Woman panties… It all both intriguing and infuriating. She didn’t want to be looked at, probably. Not with the way she acted, but it was oh so difficult not to want to look.
Ian closed his eyes and smiled at the thought of this gorgeous, untamed creature coming to his office on a daily basis, coming along on business trips, and hovering by his side and taking notes. Oh, he could see it. He could practically taste it…
Ian wondered if he’d demand better choices in clothing, or whether she’d show up in his office the first day spilling out of another tank top and her bare legs sticking out the bottom of a short skirt. He licked his lips, thinking of how he might discipline her. He could take her on his knee, squeezing her sides, and scold her. While he gave her the verbal lashing she deserved, he might bounce his leg just a little, rubbing his leg against the crotch of those silly panties of hers.
She’d moan, quivering, and that would be the time to remove her tank top. He would look at her for a moment, fully take in the look of her body in that bra, before he unfastened the back and let her breasts go free, to sway as he continued to tease between her legs.
Hazel would rise, so hot and bothered that she couldn’t let him continue, and hold onto his shoulders as she slipped her skirt back and her panties down. He would unbutton his pants, and with a grunt, sheath himself inside of her. She would be ready for him, wet and warm and hungry, rocking her hips against him as she moaned for more. Of course, he would have to give it to her. His young little apprentice, with her rosebud lips and torn clothing.
He would make her shriek in delight and shake until she collapsed in his arms. He would addict her to his touch and come inside her tight, waiting cavity, with his hands clenching her firm backside and her nipples pressed against his chest.
Ian opened his eyes with a sigh. If only. He would have to unwind Hazel quite a bit before he managed to get this one in his bed, not that he could do anything of the sort. She was a student, and he wasn’t looking for a scandal just to wet his wick. Still, he entertained himself with the thought of removing her clothing and pinching that ripe little body of hers until his driver, Randy, pulled up at the building.
“Thank you, Randy,” Ian said before heading to his private elevator. There, he pulled out his phone to check his messages.
Hazel had sent him a message from her school account.
Dr. Cartwright,
Again, thank you for your generous offer this afternoon. I’d like a little more information before committing myself. What, specifically, would be my duties? How often would I need to be in the office with you? (So that I can coordinate with my work schedule). Would this position conflict with my work-study scholarship, or replace it? Any other information that you could give regarding the position would be helpful.
I await your reply and thank you for your time.
Hazel Rosalie Greenwood
Ian almost laughed out loud. She was so polite and proper over email. He would have to refer some of her questions to his accounting department, since he had no idea what the work-study was, let alone why it would interfere with another job. He would, however, put them on that right away and have them start her paperwork.
That she was asking boded well for him. He had her. She would say yes.
Chapter Three
Hazel’s stomach had been doing flips all morning. She’d managed to drink some hot water with lemon when she’d gotten up, but that had been it until she got a coconut milk latte from the campus café. Instead of drinking it, she found herself carrying it with her from class to the library for her work-study hours until she was on her way to Cartwright’s class with a stone-cold coffee and a growling stomach.
