Page 44 of Campus Daddies

No hesitation from her. She’s cutting herself a piece to try and freely moaning through her bite as I sit beside her.

The craving to sink my hand into her smooth blonde hair and arch her head back to find other ways to make her moan…

“How are you not married if you can cook like this?”

I shake my head and take my own bite. “Taking no prisoners tonight, are you?”

“You are notoriously single, Mr. Trevino. You must know that. All of the girls gossip about you.” She casually takes another bite as if that isn’t a bomb she just dropped between us.

“Do they?”

Sofia overly exaggerates her lash flutter. It’s enough to crack a smile at the corner of my mouth. “They all want to be Mrs. Trevino. Don’t you know?”

Huffing softly, I shake my head again. “I appreciate the compliment, but tell me what kind of footage you got this weekend. I reviewed the contract, and there are some serious parameters to consider as you edit.”

“Yeah. It’s a good thing I’m not releasing this until after their movie is out. It avoids a lot of the red tape on what I can show. Although, honestly, I think the other stuff around the set with my group will provide enough drama that I doubt I need to include anything that would break the NDA.” Sofia takes another elegant bite.

Who taught her to move like that? It must be the time she’s spent with her mother in Europe. The culture she’s been exposed to.

Why is it so goddamned attractive?

“Elaborate. I don’t assume you’ve already been through the footage or started a rough cut.”

“No. I haven’t, but the time was eventful. One of the girls in the club got kicked off set.” Sofia leans in conspiratorially. “She was drilling one of the lead actors about other things he’s been in.”

My brows lift on their own. That’s a rookie move. Completely outside of normal social etiquette, and to do it on set is a major faux pas. “I bet that will be entertaining in review.”

“It was entertaining at the time, too, but yes, I think I will enjoy editing that into the storyline.”

“This is the girl who disrupts every meeting and fawns all over Professor Knight, isn’t it?”

Sofia blushes. I slam down the urge to pepper her with questions on what that’s about. Her footage has shown his keen interest in her and her slow acceptance of it. Has he crossed that line with her this weekend?

Do I have a chance at making something happen between us tonight?

“Yes. Leann. She’s a bit of a problem, but there’s not much I can do about her attendance. I did fight for her to get let back on set for the next morning, and she wasn’t given the chanceto misbehave again.” The look she gives me is what can only be deemed as a mom look, like her child should know better.

“I look forward to seeing how you present it.” I take another sip of wine and watch her eat. It’s strange. I’ve never felt anything about feeding someone before, but I’m proud that she likes what I made for her.

That she’s letting me take care of her in this small way.

“Was there anything else that happened during your trip?”

By the way she tosses her hair back and sits up straighter, I know I’ve hit on that sensitive spot. Then her body language shifts, and she looks at me like a sly minx. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

I let out a slow breath and watch as Sofia takes in my features.

She bites her lip, and fuck, I want to sink my teeth into her.

“What kinds of things have you noticed when you review your footage that you didn’t see at the time?”

After a few stunned blinks, she looks down at her plate, over at mine, and back to hers before she sets her fork down. I reach out to take her wrist, making her jump, but she doesn’t pull away.

“Eat.” I’m not sure how she spikes my dominance this way. It takes a few beats for her to nod and me to retract my hand.

Forcing myself to steady my movements, I take another bite. I don’t want to make her feel self-conscious.

She slowly eats again, too, sipping her wine. I know she hasn’t forgotten my question, so I wait for her to answer me. The tactic works every time.

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