Page 21 of Illicit Education
The little intern continued to intrigue me. She’d been pissed off when I didn't acknowledge her, pretended I didn't know her from Adam, but I had to keep things professional. I was about to take my place at the helm and a scandal was the last thing I needed. Nothing could be allowed to thwart my plans, and getting involved with an intern would ruin everything I’d worked so hard for.
Everything my mother had prepared me for.
I couldn’t soil her efforts by making a move on a woman half my age.
No matter how badly I wanted that.
No matter how badly webothwanted that.
And I had no doubt about that. We both wanted it. Ms. Blake could feign indignation, act pissed and proud, but her body told mine more than her words ever could. Each little reaction to me was a silent confirmation that the heat between us wasn’t one-sided.
But fuck, I couldn’t act on these feelings.
Couldn’t claim her.
Couldn’t draw gasps from her silky-smooth lips or wrap her thick brown hair around my fist as I drove into her.
I reached between my legs and adjusted my cock, then hit the intercom. “Ms. Whitney.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Come into my office.”
“Right away, sir.”
Stella appeared a moment later, standing in my doorway, all five-foot-nine-inches of submissive perfection.
“I need a session tonight.”
“Yes, sir.”
I didn’t ask if she was available; I didn't care about her plans. It mattered not that Monday through Thursday was usually reserved for Stella to recover—both physically and emotionally—from the intensity of our weekends together. As a submissive, she was the best. Always available, willing, and able. I tried not to take advantage of that, but I needed what only a night in the club could provide.
“Seven o'clock.”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.” Her voice was breathless, the excitement of a scheduled evening with me already coursing through her veins.
I had to put a stop to this. I knew that. I couldn't continue spending my nights with Stella while she was my employee by day. It was wrong. Lines had been crossed and I had to uncross them. Soon.
But I was a ball of energy that needed an outlet, a war of hormones raging inside me.
I’d been consumed with desire since the moment Rylan Blake opened her mouth.
And now, anger coursed through my veins after lunch with Roderick Rombauer and the phone call that followed, his words weaseling under my skin like a parasite.
I needed the calm only Stella could give me.
As Stella turned to leave, I remembered something. “Ms. Whitney?’
“Yes.” She turned back around quickly.
“Come in and close the door.”
She did as I asked, then lowered her head in wait.
“I’ve been asked to perform a demonstration tonight. I’d initially said no, because it is midweek and we normally reserve our time to the weekends, but under the circumstances, I would like to consider it. Are you up for that?”
Thecircumstancesbeing that if I was going to spend an evening at the club with my submissive, I might as well do a favor for an old friend. If Stella was interested.