Page 17 of Cocky Professor

"Any favour, any time?" he asked.

"Exactly," I agreed. "But I might go light on you if you can recruit some other brothers. Some who could work under you. In a couple of years, you'll be able to sponsor other men. Use that sponsorship as leverage, just like I have. That might be all the favour I need."

He nodded, all of his bravado back in place. "I can do that. There's a couple of promising students I have some level of influence over already. Expanding that should be easy."

"I'm sure it would be." This man gave a new meaning to the term cocky professor.

People called me that, but he was worse. Not that I'd use that as an insult in any way. Being arrogant had its advantages. Like ordering women to get on their knees and suck you off. And having them actually do it.

"Do I need to sign anything?" Ryker asked.

I waved off the idea. "Call it a gentlemen's agreement. However ironic that term might be."

"We can agree on that." He grinned. "I don't think either of us would pass for gentlemen."

I leaned my hip against my desk. "Who would want to?" Gentlemen probably didn't have their cocks sucked in an Academy library, where anyone could have watched.

In fact, several people had. Including one of the Brantley twins, I have no idea which one. They were identical smug pricks, and I had no desire to learn to tell them apart.

Whichever it was, he seemed to enjoy the show. Probably getting inspiration for what he could do with Lila. Or maybe hoping he could get Lila and Chloe to fuck him at the same time. I suspected we both knew that wasn't going to happen. I certainly did. There didn't seem to be much love lost between Chloe and the Brantley brothers.

That was exactly how I wanted it.

"Not me," Ryker agreed. "Unless it's advantageous in some way. Since I can't see how, then I'm not going to lose any sleep over it." He held out his hand and I shook it.

"The next meeting is in a few night's time, in Tokyo," I said. "I'll be watching it virtually. I'll put forward my recommendation then."

I hesitated.

"But?" he prompted.

"The Brotherhood isn't obligated to listen to me," I said. "They might disregard any recommendation I make."

"Is that likely?" He looked anxious again.

"It's hard to tell," I said. "Specifically, if someone decides to speak against you, anything I have to say may be ignored. It doesn't happen often, but on occasion it does."

"You seem to be speaking from experience," he said.

"Not exactly," I said. "I thought there was a chance that might happen with me, but that's another story. Ultimately, it didn't happen."

My father pissed off the Brantley family. One of them might have retaliated by denying my membership. But then, the head of the Brantley family at the time conveniently died right before the meeting. Crisis averted.

Not my doing.

Officially.

"I'm sure everything will go smoothly," I said. If not, no skin off my back. I'd only promised to try, not to succeed.

"I trust it will," he said. "The Brotherhood should know I’d be an asset. It was only a matter of time before they came to invite me to join."

"Possibly." I didn't bother to tell him that hadn't happened for over fifty years. If he wanted to believe that, then he was welcome to. It made no difference to me.

"Definitely," he said. "Before too long, I'll be a member of the inner circle. Then I can help to guide the direction humanity goes."

I couldn't help remembering the expression about absolute power corrupting people.

The inner circle was a good example of that. If this man ended up there, things would be interesting, to say the least.