They gave each other a look, smug smiles finding their faces. I could tell they were both surprised and impressed by my response.
“Okay then. Maybe we should continue this at a mo
re private place.”
5
Logan
I was prepared to say anything to get her into my apartment. Even though the thought unsettled me.
She was a student after all, one month left or not, she was a student. And I was a professor. Having her in my apartment was a leap for both her and me. But for me, I could probably buy my way out of a sticky situation and throw my obvious weight around. For her, she would be frowned at as a student and nearly forgotten for all her hard work.
It was a tough choice to make an I argued with Jake about it all day.
“No one would find out. Whatever happens would be in our houses. Or the office…” he was already getting ideas.
“Still.”
“Since when do you even care about this?”
He was right, and I thought about it all day. Problem was, I didn’t care only about her body or the sex I was dying to have with her. There was something else…
We sent her off with Dan, our driver, and met her back at my penthouse. It was on the top floor of a building we developed a long time ago, when we thought we could dabble in real estate. It didn’t go too well.
I drove over with Jake, so we were already there moments before she arrived.
“Fuck man, she looks hot tonight.” Jake helped himself to the bar and poured us some scotch.
“Yeah, I know. And she doesn’t try. That’s what does it.” I downed the glass and poured another.
“We’re in for it. And she didn’t take the buyout. Now what?”
Our whole idea was to just buy her out and then show up days later with a different kind of proposition, but I didn’t even have to know her well to know that she wouldn’t take that offer. She was smart, and knows a good opportunity when she sees one. She wants to learn, and we are keen to teach her.
“Now, we mentor her. Do our jobs.” I shrugged, like it would be that easy.
“Right.” He shook his head and frowned.
“You get so irrational when you want sex.” I said.
Leaning on the bar, he shook his head again.
“Not always. Just when women look like Madeline, what am I supposed to do?” He waved his hand.
“You’re a pig.”
Just then there was a knock at my door. It could only be her. When I swung the door open and invited her it, I got a sense of her belonging here. Even though my fears of a student in my place came back. Perhaps we should have met at Jake’s…no, he lives too far in the suburbs.
“Hello again. Drink?” I asked her.
She nodded, “Please.”
We moved over to the living room. My furniture was simple, dark, and elegant. The living room overlooked the view I had of the city. Even though the view of Madeline was much better, especially on my couch.
She sat in the love seat, and I sat next to Jake on the couch opposite her. She gazed at both of us, and it was pretty obvious we were thinking the same thing. What would it be like? The three of us, together. I was dying to know, and I was swelling at the thought. Her skin, fresh and creamy slightly exposed in her dress. And her legs, so smooth and tan. She was effortlessly beautiful.
“We have an agreement for you to look over, and some documents. Since the mentorship program is through the school, everything has to be tracked.” I finally stood up and got to business. I could only stare at her for so long.