Page 11 of The New Girl

Standing in the middle of the room, my eyes level with his knotted tie, Lysander began stroking me to climax. I was already wet—by the time he was finished with me, fluid was running down the inside of my thighs.

I bit my lip and arched my back, pressing my body against his with longing. I’d never come like that before in my life. I didn’t know it was possible. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I wept with release and fell against him, too weak to stand.

He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the window seat in his room. It was flanked by bookshelves and lit by a solitary lamp with an antique shade.

With my ass settled on the window seat and the cold glass behind me, I felt exposed and vulnerable, especially since he was still fully dressed. I was still wearing panties and the chopped off tights but my breasts were bare to his gaze.

He licked my juice from his fingers. “I want to kiss you,” he said huskily.

“Then why don’t you?”

“I can’t. It’s getting too close with you—too real, and we can’t—Ican’t—”

His response puzzled me ... first hot and then cold. I looked around and noticed a blinking green light on the top shelf of the bookcase.

It was a small camera and it was aimed at the window seat.

I bolted upright and pushed him away.

“What’s going on? Are you recording this?”

A key scraped in the lock and the door to his room opened behind him. As I hopped around the room, looking for my bra and sweater vest, an older man walked in and stood over me.

Lysander’s face changed to a mask of zero emotion. He rubbed his mouth and shrugged as he met my horrified stare. “Jane, this is my stepfather, Antony Westfield, the Chancellor of St. Swithins.”

“Your stepfather is theChancellor?” I scrambled to pull on my bra over my head and fix it down over my breasts. My vest was on the floor but I reached for my school blouse from my pack and shoved my arms into the sleeves. “Fuck, Lysander, you should havesaidsomething! Am I going to lose my bursary because of this? I thought the Club was permitted on campus. I wouldn’t have gone to the meeting if I’d known I was breaking the rules.”

“The Adventurers Club is sanctioned by the board,” Chancellor Westfield said. “Your bursary is safe, Miss Aire.” He turned to Lysander. “Are you quite sure about this, Sander? From what I observed on the monitor of your activities, you seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“I’m sure. She means nothing to me.”

He gave me another look that I couldn’t interpret. It didn’t matter—I didn’t come to his room to interpret looks or try to decode what the hell was going on.

“A monitor? You’ve beenwatchingus?” I felt sick. “With all due respect, sir, I don’t give a fuck what Lysander Stark feels about me. I didn’t pick him out of the crowd—he picked me. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m going home.”

“Of course. My driver is waiting outside. He’ll make sure you get back to your dorm room safely. I’ll remain here. I need to have a word with my stepson.”

I snatched up my vest and bolted for the front door. Lysander shouted as I turned the knob.

“Jane!”

My whole body was shaking in shock and I was close to tears.

“What?” I said through gritted teeth, expecting an apology or at least some sort of explanation.

“Don’t forget your coat.”

I grabbed it out of his hand and spun out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

Antony Westfield’s polished cultured voice reached my ear.

“She’s perfect, Lysander. I was impressed by what I saw. You did well.”

Alexis was still awake when I came in. Her head lifted from the book she was reading and she looked me over with disdain. “Out whoring for drinks, were we? Some girls never know their level. At least I can say that about you. You know you’ll have to put out to get ahead here. Who was the lucky recipient tonight?”

God, she was a bitch. “Lysander Stark. And I didn’t have to put out. He picked me.”

I was still shaken by what happened in his room and Westfield’s comment puzzled me, but Alexis was impressed.

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