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I nod. “I hope coming here will help with my writing, too. The change of scenery for inspiration.”
She leans closer to me with interest. “I’m hoping one day I’ll be writing my own book, too,” she says, but my focus has shifted.
Her loose t-shirt falls from one shoulder, revealing some cleavage I can't look away. Without thinking, I reach to touch her ivory skin. The moment my fingers graze her skin we both freeze and suck in a breath. I know I should've taken my hand away, but instead, I slowly caress her collarbone, enjoying how her skin erupts with goosebumps just from a simple touch. My fingers follow a path from her collarbone to her neck and back. Her tits heave with her quickened breath, and I slowly move my fingers to her cleavage, to caress the swell of her delicious breasts. She lets out a soft moan, causing blood to rush to my dick, and I lean closer to her with only
one thought in my mind, tasting her skin.
We're both panting as my lips hover over her neck, but we stand up quickly when someone enters the room.
“Miss Faye, the packages are ready. Would you like to go, or would you prefer Jake to handle them?”
Evangeline looks at me.
"I better go," I murmur. "Thanks for dinner."
"It's been a pleasure," she says, and I think of all the ways I can give her pleasure. But before I blurt out something crude, like it would be such a pleasure to have her legs wrapped around my head while I taste the dessert right from its source, she starts walking to the maid who waits for her order. And they both exit the room after a quick exchange I couldn't catch, leaving me alone.
It's dark outside. Where is she going at this time of the night?
I want to wait and ask her exactly that, but after what just happened I should be more careful not to cross the line with her. And questioning her like that sounds very out of the line.
She's eighteen after all.
I groan.
Fuck me if that doesn't make me think things I shouldn't.
Dammit.
She is my student.
And no matter how much I want to ignore that fact, I can’t fuck up this job. It’s the only income I have for now.
I know I'm not permanent here, but temporary or not, taking her to bed is wrong.
But fuck me if I can stop the thoughts running through my mind.
I know very well the moment I step inside the guest house, I'll jerk myself off to the thoughts of her. Imagining those curves under me, her legs around my waist, her lips chanting my name, those eyes silently begging me to fuck her...
Jesus.
I have to stay away from her.
But the problem is… I don’t fucking want to.
11
Eva
After the first day, Elijah and I don't see each other except in English classes. I ask the maids about his whereabouts only to find out he wakes up early and by the time I wake up, he's already had his breakfast. It's like he's doing everything in his power not to come across me at home. In class, he hardly spares me a glance. He gives us assignments every day, and I'm not even sure if he reads them. I want to ask him why he’s distant, but I don't want to seem more pathetic than I already am over a guy I don't even know well enough. After the class, when it's time to go home, he always gives me the same excuse, he has things to do so I shouldn't wait up for him.
A week has passed, but my life's been pretty much same even though I now have someone living with me in the house. And I can’t shake the disappointment.
Of course, he wouldn't share another drive with me. Why would he when I have a driver of my own?
I know it’s stupid to think he’ll hang out with me. He's young, attractive, in a new town with lots of possibilities, and many pussies to chase, why would he want to accompany me just because we live in the same borders?
I sigh.
