Page 70 of Seeds of Malice

He whines, "So, I don't get to have any fun with this one?"

"No, you don't. Not unless I let you in on it in the future. Understand?" I declare, waving the carrot in front of him.

That's the thing with Professor Dyer. You always want to wave the carrot so he thinks he might have a chance. Manipulating him is also part of my game, and I can almost see him salivating.

He nods. "Sure. What's she look like?"

I find a photo on my phone that I took of Ivy when we were on the boat. She's in her bikini. I hold it toward him.

He tries to grab my phone, but I don't let him have it. He doesn't need to see her any closer. He whistles. "She's not from around here, is she?"

"West Virginia," I admit.

"Are those real boobs? What are they? C cups?"

I chuckle. "Yeah, they fit perfectly in my mouth." I grin bigger, remembering how Ivy felt against my body.

Fuck, that girl could suck my dick.

It's one of the things I've not been able to stop thinking about, and I curse myself for not having a 69 with her, instead of going down on her first. That would've made sure that I came that day.

Fucking John Ford. I'll make him pay,I vow for the millionth time this week.

My cock still has blue balls from her not finishing me off.

"So, what's your game plan on this? What's the end goal?" Dyer asks.

I shake my head. "None of your fucking business. Now call the orientation and make sure you send an email to her. I need it done now." I rise and move toward the door.

"Done," he calls out, then adds, "But you know I like it better when I get to play too, Dax."

I spin back toward him. "Don't worry. I'll find some pet projects for you. School starts in a week, and there's always a lot to go around."

He taps his pen on his desk. "Yeah. But I kind of like what you just showed me."

I lunge across the room, slam my hand on his desk, and grab him by the collar. In my firmest voice, I seethe, "She's off-limits to you. Do you understand me?"

He holds his hands out to the side. "Easy, Dax! I got it."

"Send the email now," I order again and leave the room.

I whistle down the hall, geeking out that I solved the problem and figured out how to spend an entire week with Ivy without her asshole dad around. Everything I'll create during these next seven days to manipulate her flies through my mind.

By the time I get to my car, I'm feeling as high as if I just orgasmed. I pick up the phone and call Ivy.

She answers in that breathless voice that drives me wild. "Dax?"

I keep my tone low. "What are you doing, my little slut?"

She sighs, fretting, "I'm packing."

"Stop packing."

"I can't. I told you."

I chuckle. "Ye of little faith."

She goes silent.

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