Lessons From the Professor(5)
“Soon you’ll be benefiting from all of my tricks. So, keep your little comments to yourself. The key is to make them think everything you’re getting them to do is their idea.” She stepped away from the car with a smirk that made Sutton’s stomach do flips.
“You’ll thank me later,” Leigh said. She gave a final wave of her hand before she sauntered off with an extra sway in her gait.
“Cocky wench,” Sutton whispered. A giggle bubbled up into her throat as she started her car, and backed out of the parking lot. Regardless of Leigh’s meddling, she’d had a great time. It was the reprieve she had needed.
Chapter Two
“So what did you think about Leigh’s friend Sutton?” James asked.
Sidney peered across the mahogany monstrosity that was his desk and smirked.
“I knew this question was going to come up sooner or later. I’m impressed you waited all week to ask.”
“What? You guys seemed to hit it off,” James said.
“She was pleasant to talk to,” Sidney said. He returned his attention back to the remnants of the sandwich he’d packed for lunch, and a comfortable silence filled the room. They both had breaks in between classes after noon on Tuesdays and generally took their lunch together in one of their offices.
“That’s all?” James asked a few moments later.
“It’s not as if I know Sutton very well,” Sidney said.
“So, no sparks?”
“We both know she’s easy on the eyes.”
That’s an understatement. Sidney felt his cock harden at the thought of her golden skin, large dark eyes, and full pouty lips. She had an almost exotic look, with her heart-shaped face, delicate bone structure, and thick black hair. The angular bob stopped just below her chin, making the shiny tresses short enough to be low maintenance, yet long enough for him to grasp in his hand. She was smaller than he at about 5’5, and he couldn’t help but wonder if beneath her clothes, there would be an ample amount of curves to hold on to.
“And nothing else?” James asked.
“Why don’t you ask me what you really want to know, so I can provide you with the proper answer?”
“Come on, Sid, it’s been over a year since things went sour with Christine, and other than a few play dates you’ve been a monk.”
Sidney sighed as he sat down his bottle of water and met his friend’s concerned gaze. A part of him knew he was being irrational. When you fell off the horse, you got back on and rode again before the fear crippled you. The problem in this case was a part of him thought Christine might have been right.#p#分页标题#e#
He was over fifty with no prospects of marriage, and he’d never had a relationship that had lasted longer than three years. Maybe he was destined to walk alone.
His family name meant to end with him. As the only son out of three siblings, he felt the pressure to reproduce and keep up the family name keenly. It wasn’t a notion that he was opposed to per se. It just needed to be with the right woman. Maybe he was naïve to think he could have it all, a submissive partner for life, marriage and kids. Jesus, I sound like a woman with her biological clock ticking in her ears.
“I’m not ready to place all my trust in another female again.”
“No one’s asking you to give the girl the keys to your house and your bank account access. Just get to know her, and go from there. I know the way Christine left threw you for a loop, but in the long run, you never would’ve been happy. It’s better she left before you married her. Imagine the cluster-fuck that would’ve been.”
“I know you’re right, old friend. I suppose my pride is wounded.”
“That’s understandable. You had time to lick your wounds, but now you need to move forward. Now be honest. What do you really think about Sutton?”
“I’d be interested in getting to know her better.” His voice dropped an octave as he made the admission. “Does she know anything about our lifestyle?”
“She knows about Leigh and I, so she must be familiar with some things. I mean woman do talk.”
“Does she practice any of it herself?”
“I doubt it. From what Leigh’s s told me her love life has been pretty much D.O.A. Still, she never seemed bothered by anything she’s seen over at our house.”
“D.O.A.? Are you saying she’s a virgin?” For most men, the taking of someone’s virginity was an inconvenience, especially this late in life, but Sidney relished the idea. To be someone’s first lover was akin to getting a tattoo on your skin. For the rest of their lives your mark would be left on them. Your memory etched on to their heart. If his interest hadn’t already been piqued, this would be the clincher.