Page 14 of The New Girl

“He’s not in my league according to my roommate. I try to stay in my lane.”

I don’t know how I was holding it together. I sounded almost sophisticated. My nipples puckered through the thin white fabric, sticking out like erect little arrows. I could see them in my peripheral vision. Chancellor Westfield didn’t bother hiding his open look of admiration. The stare he fixed on my breasts was hot and hungry.

I squirmed and crossed one leg over the other to stem the gush of moisture coming from my vagina.

“I can’t speak for Lysander but you are very much in a league of your own, Miss Aire.”

“I think we’d better get back to Belinda. She’s the reason I’m here. She was your daughter but was she also Lysander’s girlfriend? Alexis Bancroft said she was.”

He nodded and pressed a long finger to his mouth, suppressing a smile. “Alexis Bancroft is your roommate. This visit of yours is suddenly making sense. Miss Bancroft is a fine young woman, a credit to this school. Her father and mother are alumni and longstanding donors so I would not like to contradict anything she may have told you.”

Nevertheless, I waited for his contradiction.

“Lysander’s mother and I married when our children were sixteen. We thought we were building a happy family of four. I was glad to give Belinda a brother and Giselle said her son had longed for a sibling from the time he could speak. Unbeknownst to us, they saw each other as more than brother and sister.Giselle and I travelled a lot in those early years of marriage. We were on a skiing holiday in Switzerland when our housekeeper called to tell us she found them in bed together. I didn’t believe her and had the woman fired on the spot.”

I was panting without realizing it. Light puffs of air escaped my lungs.

“We flew back and it was as I thought—the woman lied to get more money out of us. Lindy and Sander denied the whole thing and were disgusted by the accusation.”

“He told me they were not hooking up so that tracks.”

“Summer rolled around, and with the kids out of school and me on hiatus from this place, Giselle planned a holiday at our beach house in the Hamptons. Sleeping in, books to read and cocktails on the patio in the evening—that’s what I envisioned. I underestimated the temptation a teenage girl in a bikini has on a teenage boy who was supposed to be her brother.”

“Oh my god....”

My stomach turned.

“I found him humping his stepsister in the boathouse in the pre-dawn hours when they thought the household was asleep. I was going fishing that day—a first for me. I was actually looking forward to it.”

“What did you do?”

“Unleashed hell. Belinda accused Sander of rape—or if not rape, of seducing her when she was still a minor. He had been preying on her for four years. I threw him out—banished him from my sight. Giselle took his part and our marriage hit the rocks. A year later, we were divorced.”

“What happened between Belinda and Lysander after that? Did they see each other again?”

“They were nineteen and twenty. I couldn’t keep her under lock and key as much as I might have liked. She insisted on enrolling in St. Swithins even though she knew he was a studenthere. I advised against it but Lindy said she wanted to get on with her life. She didn’t think she should suffer because her stepbrother manipulated her into having sex with him.’

“There were no charges laid?”

“Giselle and I both agreed that what happened was a family matter and protecting our children was our first priority. Belinda was vehemently opposed to calling the police. She enrolled in St. Swithins in the fall and by May she was dead. He denied having anything to do with her death, but I’m aware the rumor mill says otherwise.”

“Alexis said he dumped her and that’s why she jumped.”

“Belinda was fragile when he took her virginity. She was probably a little in love with him. Even so, I don’t hold him responsible. That would be a cruel and bitter grudge to nurse. He’s guilty of poor judgement, but what nineteen-year-old boy isn’t? Lysander has changed. He’s grown into a serious young man, the pride of St. Swithins. I lost a daughter to tragedy, but I feel I gained a son.”

I had just one more question.

“What did you mean when you told your son that you were impressed by what you saw? I heard you through the door. You said that I was perfect.”

Chancellor Westfield took my hands and pulled me to my feet. He stared into my eyes.

“Do you really want to hear my answer to that?”

Chapter Eight

Idid and I didn’t. I was scared. I was excited. Aroused. We had been playing a game from the moment I walked into his office. He was so much older than I was. Thirty years was a lifetime. He was older than my father who would violently disapprove of his youngest daughter fucking a man who was his senior by a few years.

As soon as he brushed his hand against my breast, I knew I was going to let it happen. I was going to let the chancellor seduce me.

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