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Emma

“Remember, the very foundation of due process is truth…” the professor says. He’s sitting in front of my law school class, talking animatedly about constitutional law. He’s a white guy, probably about sixty five years old, with wild white hair and a rumpled suit. “Anyway, back to your final exam…”

I sit at my desk, tapping my pen on my open notebook, and suppress a sigh. This is my very last class before my finals, which will take place over the next two days. I should definitely be paying attention to what Dr. Smith is saying…

Instead, I’m focused on Jameson. This is nothing new, really. I’ve probably never sat through an entire high school, college, or law school class period without at least thinking of him.

But now there’s new fuel for the bonfire that is my imagination. Memories, fresh from two days ago… and they’re hot, too. Images of us kissing, of the naughty things he made me do, of him feasting on my pussy like it was his only job…

I’m getting a little wet, sitting here thinking about it.

Of course, as amazing as it all was, things could’ve ended on a better note. Jameson ended up… what should I say? Not freaking out, exactly. He wasn’t panicking, but he told me very clearly that what we were doing was wrong.

I know his reasons. He’s too much older than me, my brother will kill him, he’s from the wrong side of the tracks… blah blah blah. I know them, and I still don’t care.

He’s too late, anyway. Because now I know without a doubt that Jameson wants me almost as bad as I want him…

And I do want him. I want him in my bed, dominating me. I want him on my tiny kitchen table, halfway standing up, real quick. I want him to take me in the ocean, as slow and steady as the waves.

I’ve always wanted Jameson. I’ve only wanted him.

The thing is, now that we both know that there are sparks flying between us, I need a little more from him. I have tried turning up in his bed, half dressed. Now it’s his turn to show me that he wants me…

And I haven’t the slightest idea how that is going to happen. I think about this weekend with a sigh. They’re hosting a French DJ this weekend at Cure, having him spin all weekend, so I guess I know exactly where Jameson will be.

Behind the bar of Cure, trying not to look at Asher directly, probably. I sigh aloud, drawing the gaze of a couple other students.

I realize that the students around me are standing up and gathering their things. Getting up and shoving my textbooks into my satchel, I start to leave the classroom. I’m one of the last people to go, but I stop abruptly near the doorway.

I blink owlishly at Brad, a well groomed blond guy who’s been in my study group for the whole semester. Brad smiles nervously at me, blocking the door.

“Hey, Emma,” he says.

Even though he says my name, I look to my left, wondering for a second if he means to talk to me. Maybe he wants to study or something, but usually those conversations only happen via the class-wide message board. I don’t think we’ve actually ever spoken.

“Uhhh… yeah?” I say, hugging my satchel closer.

“I was thinking… I mean, I was wondering if you wanted to celebrate tonight? It being the last day of classes and all.”

My eyebrows rise. “Err… what?”

He flushes bright red. “The whole study group was talking before class about going out tonight. You know, to party before we get serious about hitting the books. I wanted to know if you wanted to come with us.”

I pause, my mouth ajar. I know what he’s asking. Brad is asking me out, but he’s too shy to just come out with it. The devil on my shoulder rubs her hands and cackles with glee, because Brad is so… normal.

From his Dockers to his perfectly bland beige button up, Jameson would loathe everything about this guy on principal.

I shouldn’t do it, but I ask: “Where were you thinking? Because I know a place that’s having this French DJ tonight…”

And Brad, poor innocent Brad, just grins. “That sounds great! I mean, you know, I will have to run it by the others…”

“Uh huh,” I say, digging for a pen and a notebook in my satchel. “Here, this is the name of the bar… shall we say around nine?”

“Yeah, totally. That sounds really amazing.” Brad is still blushing.

I narrow my eyes. “You know, my roommate Evie would like you. She’s a total knockout, and she likes guys who are kinda shy. I’ll have to bring her tonight.”

Brad’s eyes widen. “Umm… okay?”

“Great. I’ll see you then,” I say with a smile. “That is, if you let me get out.”

“What? Oh! Yeah, haha.” He steps aside, and I head out the door. “See you tonight!”

I wave half-heartedly over my shoulder. I know that it’s probably wrong to use Brad like this, knowing that I don’t intend to go home with him… but I still shiver as I think of how Jameson will react, seeing me flaunting myself with another guy.

My bet is it will drive him insane, seeing what should be his in Brad’s hands.

There’s only one way to find out, though. I head home, my mind full of plans.

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