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“No. I want you to bring your girlfriend. The three of us are going to have a great time.”

“It’s not going to happen. Drop it.” I put my hands on my hips.

“Either you impregnate me, or you bring your girlfriend. Which one will it be, Georgie?” She tickled me under my chin with her long, painted nail.

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even know her that well.”

Gianna laughed. Her curvy body slipped by me and went to her expensive tote bag, and pulled out a folder. Handing it to me, she stood back with her arms crossed. I opened the folder and pictures fell out and onto the floor. The photographs were of Kinsley and me fucking in the library, me eating her out on the hood ofSerenity, us at the store holding hands.

“You’ve been following me.”

“Of course. And you and yourgirlfriendlook mighty cozy.” Gianna’s plump lips parted into a broad smile. “If she loves you, she’d do it.”

“She wouldn’t. And I don’t want her involved.”

“She’s entirely involved. This entirethingis about her involvement.”

Gripping the back of my neck, I sighed. “What’s in this for you?”

She only smirked in reply.

I shook my head. “You just love the control.”

“And young pussy as much as you, Georgie. And she looks young and fresh.” She slinked closer. “We could all have a lot of fun together. You won’t hate it.” She placed her lips on my bare chest. “Or you can give me a little Georgie. I’m running out of time to get knocked up. Need as much sperm of yours as I can get.”

“I am not impregnating you.”

“So, there’s your answer.”

I clenched my jaw. “I need to talk with her.”

“Of course, of course. I’m betting she’ll say yes.”

Unlikely. Kinsley was headstrong, and now I had ruined things between us this evening. How could I convince her to have a threesome with me and my ex-stepmother? Why would she ever agree?

The worst part was, I didn’t want to share her with anyone, let alone the devil herself.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

KINSLEY

As soon asI woke up after Halloween, I emailed Professor Torrad requesting a different tutor for astronomy. My midterm grade was perfect, but I needed an A for the final. George could go fuck himself.

I wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he tutored me; especially when all I wanted to do was stab him with a pencil. George was a stone wall that I could never break through. And why would I want to? He was an asshole. I could do so much better.

Despite the frigid fall weather, I awoke early on Monday to begin my training. Since hanging out with George, I had slacked on my preparation for the next marathon. Ugh! I hated that I thought of him with every moment that passed. Like a virus, he infected every cell of my body.

When I returned to the apartment, I had a reply from Dr. Torrad. She requested that we “work it out” among ourselves and there was no one else available, even at the other times I had open. I thought about forgoing tutoring altogether, but remembered my poor grades prior to George’s help and decided against it.

If he wanted things casual, wanted to treat me like a hook-up, he was cut off. I could use him for his astronomy skills, then we wouldn’t have to speak again for the rest of our lives. Not that he spoke much, anyway. I could glean his knowledge, get an A on the final quiz and exam, then never see him again. Yep. That is exactly what I would do.

Fortifying my emotional reserves, I went in prepared for our tutoring session that week. My plan was to remain quiet, focused on the topic of astronomy only, and not deviate from it. If he tried to so much as glance at my body, I’d threaten him with sexual harassment. That’s exactly what I would do.

Wearing jeans and a baggy T-shirt, I showed up early for the session, studying the notes from the previous lecture. I didn’t bring coffee; my anxiety was already high enough. When he turned the corner, he appeared surprised to see me. I kept my head down.

George dropped a bag on the table with a thud and leaned over it, strong forearms flexing in my field of view.

“Dr. Torrad said you tried to find a different tutor.”

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