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She nods eagerly. “I was very good.”
“Did you have a good teacher?” I ask, feeling her out.
As her fingers fly, she turns her face slightly to me, her lips parted with…excitement. “He wasn’t...strict enough.”
Yes. Fucking yes.
As the song nears its end, my expression goes stoic. Intense, as I slide into the role she wants. “Show me ‘Für Elise,’” I demand. “I told you to work on it last week.”
“I’ll play it for you. The way you like,” she says, like a good student, and I stifle a groan from her responsiveness.
She slides right into the Beethoven. With her chin tipped up, her face mostly hidden, but her gaze locked on me, she asks, “Am I doing it right?”
I burn inside. Talk about a double meaning. But I stay in character. “No.”
“What am I doing wrong?”
I lower my voice, move closer to her ear. “You need to play it perfectly…even with distraction,” I tell her.
“Distract me,” she whispers.
Gladly.
I slide a hand across the small of her back over the silk of her gown.
As her fingers caress the keys, mine roam up her body, traveling across the fabric of her dress. I’ve missed this. This kind of touch. This kind of moment.
I reach her neck, tracing a line up her soft flesh all while she plays, and revelers drink champagne, and partygoers dance, and others eat, and some kiss in corners.
And here, behind the shield of the piano, Icrave. The feel of her, the taste of her, the scent of her. Like a lush garden, the kind you’d want to fuck in.
But when she speaks again, her voice is a little confessional, and not at all in character. “I don’t want to ruin my chances here.”
Maybe this is her dream job. I don’t want to ruin that for her either. I drop the demanding tone. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I want you to keep going,” she says, being vulnerable now. “That’s the problem.”
Then I’d better find a solution, and sometimes the first idea is the best one. “When’s your break?”
“In ten minutes.”
My mind cycles through options then quickly lands on one. “Meet me on the rooftop patio. I’ll clear it. Take the stairs behind the library.”
She shakes her head instantly, then asks, “How about the library instead?”
There’s worry in her voice. But I don’t dwell on it. “The library is perfect. I’ll make sure no one’s there.”
“Will you grab my hand and pull me into a dark corner?”
I’m crackling with desire as I growl out ayes. I leave, heading to the library in seconds.
3
A LESSON
Jules
I didn’t come here tonight forthis. But, really, I suppose I did come here precisely for an encounter.
