Page 44 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

The first thing I notice is that she’s not dressed for simply a study session. No, she is most certainly not. She’s wearing a dark green long sleeve dress. Rounded neckline with a skirt. Over the top, she’s got a denim jacket and chunky sneakers. It isnotcasual in the slightest.

Fuck.

It’s like she wants me to notice her body. Notice her delicious curves.

And I do. I mean, how can I not when she looks likethis? My dick hardens at the sight of her, and my mind automatically flashes up a series of fantasies that make my blood burn.

It is very hard to hold myself back.

“Hello, professor,” she greets me, her eyes drifting inquisitively around my place as she steps inside. She's attempting, albeit very unsuccessfully, to conceal her curiosity about where and how I live.

I like how I can stir such interest.

I’ve definitely got a hold on her...

Oh yes, I saw her run past here the other day, attempting to sneak a glance inside my place. It was certainly no coincidence that she tried to, I know. Shewantsme.

Yet she’s playing it safe. She’s got her defenses up, and I admire that. She is guarded and independent and intelligent. She’s not going to let me in that easily.

But I do like a contest.

I smile at her.

“I can give you a tour of the place,” I say. “But first, a drink.”

“Lead the way, professor.”

“I will.”

I grandly gesture her into my immense kitchen.

“It’s nice in here,” Olivia observes as I retrieve a bottle of fine red wine from the rack. It’s a French vintage. Incredibly expensive.

“You drink wine, I hope?” I ask her, more a statement than a question.

“Well, only the cheap stuff,” she replies, staring at the bottle. “Andthatbottle certainly doesn’t look cheap.”

“I picked it up while traveling through the south of France last summer,” I explain. “They only sell this one directly from the vineyard. I saw it and decided I just had to have it.”

“Very fancy. You really are someone who gets what he wants,” Olivia remarks.

“I am,” I reply with a confident smirk. “I always get what I want.”

“So that bottle is definitelynotcheap then.”

“No, it is most certainly not.”

I pour us both a glass.

“You can refuse to drink it,” I tease. “I know you’re under the age of twenty-one, so we aretechnicallybreaking the law.”

Olivia snatches the glass of wine from my hand. “Trust me,” she says, her tone defiant. “I am not being coerced into anything I don’t want to do.”

A girl who is independentandsassy? I like that.

We cheers, chinking our glasses together.

Tasting the wine, Olivia licks her lips. “This is very civilized. Boys my age usually just try to give me crappy wine from the store in a plastic cup, nothing close to fancy French wine straight from a vineyard in Europe. Never anything as sophisticated as that.”

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