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“Let me guess, you're one of them?” I leaned forward on my desk.

He smirked. “Can’t blame a guy, but my needs are being provided for.”

“Good, and tell the others if they say something else, they can go to hell.” I'd be damned if I was going to share. “Besides, I might release her after a few weeks. You never know.” Even as the words came out of my mouth, they soured. What was it about this girl that had me picking fights with my colleagues?

8

NATHALIE

I went straight backto my dorm after my computer history class in a daze. The way Professor Murphy said my name and the heat between us when we touched had me replaying parts of last night, imagining it was him on the other side of the blindfold. Could he have been one of the men in the room? Had he touched me? So many had, some not saying a word. I would have recognized his English accent anywhere. Talk about wishful thinking.

In my dorm room, I collapsed on the bed, stomach first. My breasts weren't as sore as my ass. I had an hour or so before my next class, and should have gone to the library to keep my mind from wandering but well, lately I hadn't been making the best decisions.

The phone on the nightstand buzzed.

I picked it up and read the text.

SIR

How was your morning pet?

Really? How long was this going to last? I was tired and didn't care much for games.

ME

How do you not know that I'm in class? I have a teacher that will kick me out if the phone rings.

I did.Professor Murphy felt it was arespectthing. He expected your attention during his class. Unlike some of my professors, who figured it was your money you were wasting if you screwed around. Professor Murphy didn't like people wasting his time. If you weren't going to be engaged, he'd rather you waste your money somewhere else.

SIR

You have a break before your next class at eleven.

ME

Yeah, had a rough night, was trying to get a nap. How can I help you?

I was torn between trying what first came to mind and pulling it back. I still didn't know what all this meant and what the next few months held.

SIR

I will send a car for you at 7.

ME

I don't have a choice, do I?

SIR

You made your choice when you got into the town car last night. Not once did I hear you complain. I heard many sounds from you last night, but I wouldn't call them complaints.

My cheeks warmed. There had been a couple times when I'd wanted to scream stop, but every time before it got to where I couldn't take anymore, someone came through and soothed what had just been struck. I was still angry with my body, but figured my head knew that even if I had begged them to stop, I'd signed up for it. To the point I’d filled out a contract.

SIR

What? No witty come back, pet?

I didn't know what it was, but the name pet and the wordsgood girlsent chills over my skin. God, I hated my body. What type of person got off on this shit?

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