Page 12 of Wrong Number, Right Silver Fox
"It might be because of what it will look like to others."
"What do you mean?"
"A predator after a young girl. A man in power at an established institution using it to get to his prey. Has he done it in the past? Are his students in danger?"
A million thoughts go through my mind when he puts it in those terms. Fuck, I need to talk to HR.
"You've made your point."
I walk out of his house without having eaten my breakfast. When I'm in my car, I search for Emily's number. I saved it as Vixen, and once I pull it up, I call her.
"Hey." Her soft voice answers.
"Do you want to have some breakfast?"
"I can eat."
"I'll pick you up in an hour."
I go home, shower, and change. I didn't sleep last night, so I'm a little rough around the edges. My dick is hard as I shower and I can't convince him to settle down. He knows we're going to see our dirty girl, and we're both excited about it.
As she steps out of the house, I see she's wearing a sun dress and I'm dying to see what she's wearing under it. She comes to the car, but instead of going to the passenger door, she taps on my window, so I lower it.
"Do you want me to drive?"
"I look that bad?"
"Let me drive."
The words are said with enough strength that I know it's not a request, but an order. I get out of the car and stand in front of her. She smiles up at me, and I lower my head to kiss her lovely pink lips. She puts her hands around my neck and sinks into me completely.
The kiss is soft and sensual, and I'm so hard I could burst out of these jeans. I keep the kiss as innocent as possible, because I won't be able to control myself otherwise.
"The driver's seat is yours, my lady vixen."
She gets into the car, and I go around to the passenger side. After we're buckled up, I set up the GPS and she takes off. We make small talk in the car, but it's not enough. I want to be touching her. I reach out to put my hand on her thigh, but pull back at the last minute.
I don't know if she can tell I'm frustrated, but she reaches out for my hand and puts it on her thigh. I'm not certain how much permission this gives me, so I just squeeze her thigh and leave my hand there. Her skin is soft and tender and I love that if I lift her skirt just a little bit more I could see her pretty pussy.
When we get to the breakfast place, I'm only hungry for one thing, but this is not what I asked her to breakfast for. I need toknow if she's okay with me talking to human resources about our relationship. Is there even a relationship to talk about?
I get out of the car as fast as I can, then usher her inside the restaurant. The place is moderately full, and I find a nice, secluded spot where we can talk. She eyes me warily, sensing there's something wrong.
"Spill it, Jack. Are you no longer interested in me?"
"It's not that. My friend said some things about how it would look if we were together."
"And you're panicking."
"I…um…"
"I'm having some second thoughts, too."
I tense at her words and start to panic. This can't be happening. I realize I'm being a complete hypocrite, but I don't care. This woman was made for me, and I need to do everything in my power to make her mine.
"I want to talk to the HR department and see what they think."
"What if they say no?"
