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It was a stark contrast to my dress pants and button down.

“Hi,” he said, his voice like caramel, making my insides turn to molten lava again.

“Hey...” I said as I took in the sight of him from head to toe.

“You ready for a night out on the town, Professor?” Eric said with a darkness that made my blood rush. Eric looked around me, at the inside of my house, and a part of me wanted to abandon this façade altogether, grab him by the collar and pull him in here and lock the door.

Mine, mine, mine.

The realization, the feeling, was overwhelming and foreign. I couldn’t ever remember feeling this way about anyone, let alone this soon.

I nodded, shaking away the odd thoughts and feelings, instead focusing on the next right thing.

Just like Ana in Frozen, when I played it during class last winter.

“Yes,” I said as I grabbed my keys, stepping outside. I locked the door quickly, following Eric down my steps toward his... BMW?

Shit, maybe he really is a kingpin.

That’s okay, he can kidnap me any day.

Eric stepped up to the car, unlocking it with the remote, and I had to admit I was impressed. I didn’t have keyless entry.

Eric casually strolled past me to open my door, and it was then I noticed the shiny watch on his wrist, glinting off the sheen of the car, which was also pristine.

“Age before beauty,” he snickered, his lips turning up in the corner to reveal a perfect, white canine. I practically sunk into the seat because if I didn’t, I’d have melted into a damn puddle on the ground.

“Thanks,” I said as he rounded to the driver’s side and climbed in.

When he’d started the car, I’d finally gotten my bearings and spoke up.

“So, uh, how old are you anyway?” I asked, trying not to sound like a complete perv, but also because I needed to know for my own sanity.

Plus Chris told me I needed to askrealquestions because those led to conversations. He didn’t understand my conversation skills were sorely lacking when it came to being in the same room with Mr. Perfect.

“Twenty-eight, why?”

“No shit,” I said, realizing the moment I said it I sounded like a complete asshole.

Eric put the car in drive and pulled out of the driveway. “What?” he asked.

“You just... I would have thought you were a lot younger than that,” I said, quickly recovering with, “Not that that’s a bad thing. I mean, looking young is great, like really great, but, uh?—”

Eric shook his head, a smile overtaking his lips. “Age isn’t nothing, but a number, Riley. Especially when it comes to... certain things.” He cleared his throat. “Which you should know being as you’re...”

I could tell by the tone of his voice he wasn’t offended. He was intrigued, and playing with me.

Which made me feel slightly more at ease, even if it was only a little.

“Thirty-eight,” I squeaked.

Eric nodded in approval. “You look good for your age too, just so we’re both on the same page,” he said, letting out a dark chuckle. “But let’s get something straight here, Riley Rabbit,” he said, flashing me a smirk that made me warm all over. “Just because you’reolderdoesn’t make you wiser. And it certainly doesn’t mean you’re the one in charge,” he said, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to cast a dirty look at me that brought my damn cock back to life.

No, no, no...

Not now!

“You understand?” he said, his voice dropping an octave, and I couldn’t help the way I instantly responded, my voice full of desperation and need.

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