James
I never knew she was so stubborn.
Fucking fuck, is she ever stubborn. But hell, why am I getting so worked up over her?
She’s right. I lost any kind of right to tell her that I specifically didn’t want her to work at the club. How she’s behaving is exactly how she should behave. I have no right whatsoever to tell her what to do. Even if last night made me crazy.
The fact that she was there and the fact that I wanted her drove me insane.
What drove me over the edge of insanity, was the image of her naked body that’s stuck in my damn head.
It didn’t matter that she was wearing panties. The barely-there panties gave enough away for me to fill in the blanks just fine. Now that she’s sitting before me, it’s torture.
I don’t want her working at the club, working the fucking Playboy Lounge of all the places, or… fucking.
The whole thing is about fucking. I don’t want her sleeping around with random strangers.
How do I stop that from happening though?
She can talk all she wants about not being in trouble. I think she is, or she needs the money for something important.
A woman like her wouldn’t be working at a club like that just because the pay is good.
The women who work at the club because they like having sex and showing off their bodies aren’t like her. One of the reasons I liked her so much was that she was different from everyone else I’d ever met.
It was her personality. It made me kiss her that night. It made me forget she was off limits to me.
I can’t see any of that spark in her now as I look at her. By the end of our session, I still can’t see it.
“I need you to go over the topics we’ve discussed today and come ready to talk about it more in depth on Friday,” I tell her as she starts packing away her things to go.
“Okay,” she answers and avoids my stare.
Before I can say another word, the door opens, and Nancy Holdsworth comes in and I stifle a groan.
She looks like she was waiting for me to finish with Paige. I can’t stand this woman, but I play nice because she serves the powers that be.
She’s PA to my boss, Marsha Coleridge, the Dean of the law school, and she also works for Kevin.
Nancy has had her eye on me since she started working here four years ago. Her continuous sexual advances to try and fuck me is not something I’m looking forward to this year.
She’s either one of those women who can’t take a hint that I’m not interested, or the other kind who think they should just keep trying even when it’s obvious there’s no interest.
I suspect she’s the latter, and the whole bleach blond, fake-as-fuck tits Pamela Anderson wannabe/Malibu Barbie is not a look I’m interested in. Wearing tighter clothes will not get my attention in the way she’s hoping.
Fuck, the tits actually look bigger today, and so do her lips.
“Hey, handsome,” Nancy bubbles as she floats in.
I don’t miss the look of disgust Paige gives her, then the accusatory stare she throws me before she leaves.
I bite down hard on my back teeth to hide my annoyance. It’s clear she thinks I’m interested in Nancy when I’m not.
I watch Paige until I can’t see her anymore. It’s only then that I turn to Nancy and give her my best professional smile.
“Hi, Nancy, what can I do for you?”
“I have reports to go through for each class. I was wondering if you wanted to catch lunch or something, and we could go over yours.”