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If I turned this down, I might not be able to float the business while I searched for other solutions. Could I really afford to let one of my guys go just because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants?
“If anything, you’d be doing me the favor,” Matthew said. “The professional we’d lined up to do the seminar had to drop out last minute. We’re scrambling for a replacement. You’re a great choice, really, because a lot of our business students were at your alumni speaker presentation. So you’ll be familiar, and you can build from there.”
“Wow, you’ve thought this through.” Suspicion surfaced. “Is this why you called me today?”
“Uh…” He chuckled. “The thought might have crossed my mind. I didn’t know you’d give me such a great opening.”
I snorted. “Yeah, the timing is pretty good. But I’ve never developed a curriculum.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Matthew said easily. “I’ll send you the programming last year’s seminar leader did, as well as some foundational curriculum we’ve used previously. All you have to do is talk about your own life experience, the challenges of building and maintaining your business—including the tough choices.”
“If I said yes—if—when does this seminar series start?”
“Two weeks,” he said. “Plenty of time to plan out your sessions. They’re only once a week, on Saturdays.”
If I drove up Friday evening, that would give me time to relax before the class, and I could stay the night Saturday too—returning Sunday.
That’s two nights every weekend…two nights could get me into a lot of trouble.
But even as I tried to convince myself to say no, to keep a safe distance from Cooper, I knew that I couldn’t afford to turn down Matthew’s generous offer. People like LeRoy were counting on their jobs.
I wasn’t sure if I could resist temptation, but maybe I could avoid it. Avoid Cooper.
My heart squeezed at the notion. But, really, it’d be better for us both. Cooper had enough problems with his dad without me creating more drama. And I already knew how Matthew would react if he found out the truth. I’d been through it before when he’d thought I was sleeping with his wife.
Would it be better or worse if it turned out I was fucking his son? I sure as hell didn’t want to find out.
Cooper and I would just have to continue on as we were—through a screen, with miles between us.
It was the best solution all around.
8
COOPER
“Hey there, sexy daddy,” I said flirtatiously when Trace answered my Skype call.
Tonight, he wore a flannel shirt open over a black T-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and shoulders. His sleeves were rolled to the elbow, exposing strong forearms. I loved to watch those muscles flex as he stroked his cock. He was so violent about it too, squeezing and tugging as if ready to rip his dick off, and I found it incredibly hot. Of course, there wasn’t much I didn’t find hot about Trace Laurie.
I wanted him to handle me roughly like that. I wanted to feel the burn of a spanking, the squeeze of a large, strong hand.
But all I had were my own poor substitutes, doing as Trace asked, but never in the samewaythat Trace would do it. I could only suspend reality so much. This was a fantasy—and I was craving the real thing.Maybe I could borrow Dad’s car, take a drive one weekend…
“Hey, brat. How was your day?”
“Fine, I guess.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “You guess?”
I sighed and smiled, fondly exasperated. Trace wassucha Daddy sometimes, but his genuine interest in my well-being was touching.
“It was fine. I went to class. I didn’t get high. That what you want to hear?”
“Watch the sass,” he said, but without any heat. I’d already figured out that Trace secretly enjoyed it when I got snarky with him. “I don’t want to hear anything other than the truth. I asked you to go without smoking for a week, and you did. Good job, boy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I should have known he wasn’t checking up on me in the way my father did. He cared about my day—but without an agenda. He sincerely wanted to know how I was doing. I was learning that Trace was a lot sweeter than I’d ever expected.
