Page 23 of Isabela

Her eyes are wide as she stares at me as I cross the room and slip into the chair next to hers. It’s the only open space in the classroom due to my tardiness. Isn’t that a happy coincidence?

Her body is stiff next to me, and as I shift in my chair, I find my cock responding to her. Hmm. Isabela is beautiful with all that dark brown hair and wide brown eyes, but I rarely allow myself to think like that about my students. Especially ones I’ll be initiating into the Society.

I was her professor and I will be her mentor, and the only time I typically enjoy a transfer of power, is in the Dom-submissive relationship I have with my wife. We’ve played with other men in this dynamic, and it’s always been pleasurable.

Openly staring at her as Dr. Meadows drones on, I take in her black suspender dress with the white tank-top and combat boots. It’s an eclectic outfit, making my lips twitch in amusement.

It’s warmer now that we’ve survived the winter months, and I allow myself to enjoy her shapely calves, strong thighs, and flat stomach. I wonder if she’s a runner…

I completely ignore the professor as he continues on, but have to admit his teaching style is dull as mud. Isabela’s fingers twitch as she writes notes, and I wonder how much the girl genius will actually retain during this course period. I have no remorse as I accidentally knock my knee against hers.

There’s not a blemish marring her skin today, and she appears to have recovered well from her injuries last October.

My fingers tense as I think about someone doing that to her, and I force myself to take a breath, holding it for a moment before slowly releasing it.

I can’t tip my hand, and I need her on board if Theodore is personally taking an interest in her.

Maybe I can see if she remembers his son and if she ever met him. I’m still musing to myself when Dr. Meadows finally ends his lecture. Isabela quickly packs up her things and is on her feet, but I rise to my feet with a predatory smile as she begins to walk away.

Her skirt is too short as it bounces along her thighs as she walks, making me scowl as I follow her. I want to throw a parka over her head, which is insane.

Keep it together, Murphy.

My feelings seem to swing on a pendulum lately when it comes to her, and I realize I’m attracted to a student for the first time ever in my career as a teacher and Society handler.

Fuck.

Narrowing my eyes, I remind myself to keep my eyes on the prize.

“Isabela,” I call after her as my long legs eat away at the space between us. I downloaded her schedule to my phone, after I fucked my wife on the kitchen table after she swallowed my load.

Aria took a shower while I went full stalker mode, and then I joined her and fucked her again as the water ran over our bodies. I had a lot of energy to work out before bed, since I skipped my workout.

“I’ve been quite happy avoiding you,” Isabela says conversationally over her shoulder as she slams open the door of the History building, leading outside.

I guess I’m taking a walk in the beautiful weather today. Suits me just fine.

“Ha! You admit to avoiding me,” I say with a smirk. Isabela groans, dropping her head back in annoyance as her thumbs hook under the straps of her backpack.

“I believe your next class is your teaching assistant one. Shall I follow you around until I wear you down to speak to me? I have nothing else to do today.”

I’m lying, but I’m more well versed at it than others. The lie doesn’t even taste sour along my tongue as I say the words. I can move around anything I may have scheduled, and I don’t have any classes today. Stalker mode is a go.

“I haven’t seen you in months, Dr. Murphy. What do you want?” she asks. Moving until I’m walking next to her, I shrug as if I’m not picking open old wounds or I’m not about to ask her to go against her uncle.

I think I need to play it safe and work up to all that.

“Do you remember a Harrison Travers?” I ask nonchalantly. “He was friends with your parents.”

Isabela blinks as she thinks back before she nods. “My parents had him over a few times for dinner,” she says slowly as she remembers. “He was nice from what I can remember. I haven’t seen him since my parents died in the car accident.”

My lips press together because I don’t believe it was an accident, but I nod. “His father is my boss,” I tell her, pulling off the gloves. “Theodore is very interested in recruiting you into our family, giving you some armor against anyone who may want to hurt you.”

Isabela swallows hard, though her feet are sure as she walks. “I don’t think anyone or anything can help me, but thank you,” she says. “Harrison was always nice to me.”

“Isabela,” I say sharply. “I don’t like what you’re saying.”

“You can feel however you want about it. I’m taking a two week break at the end of April. My teachers are aware I am leaving the university for personal reasons,” she tells me.

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