“How do you think she’ll react when she finds out we’re the ones sending her everything?”
He huffs a laugh. “I think it’s best we keep her in the dark on this. You saw what she did to the invitation. Not that I blame her. That trash is exactly where it belongs.”
Smiling, I pull into our designated spot in the campus parking lot. “My freaking spitfire. I never know if it’s her submission or fight that gets my cock harder.”
“Both. Why choose?” August retorts.
I dip my head, agreeing with his assessment.
Why choose, indeed? “You good getting back to the house?”
“Yeah. I’ll catch a ride with Liam. He’s supposed to be meeting with Teag about, you know what.”
Teagan is a fucking genius. I wouldn’t want her as my enemy, her coding skills are light years ahead of any of the best I’ve seen in the business.
“Keep me posted,” I request, grabbing my satchel and locking the car.
August stares out over the campus green before he peers at me. “Are you going to be able to get the guys switched into Dr. Monroe’s Sociology class since their professor is out for the remainder of the semester?”
It’s early enough in the semester that the switch won’t be flagged by admissions, especially with the approval of the head of the Sociology department.
“Yup,” I’ll speak with her and make it happen,” I reply. Then August takes off toward the cafe, and I increase my stride, heading for the humanities department.
I need to meet with Dr. Monroe, the sociology professor I’m assisting for the year, before her lectures begin.
A thrill shoots straight to my cock at the idea of being able to see my spitfire. I’m already figuring out ways to force her to my office hours. When the Council instructed me to enroll in graduate school to ensure eyes were on Emma and prevent any more schemes from Sam, I hopped at the chance.
“Good morning, Mr. Grant. Welcome to the Sociology Department. May I get you anything while you wait?” The woman asked from behind her desk.
“You have me at a disadvantage. It seems you know who I am, but I don’t know you,” I reply, ignoring her initial question.
Her cheeks flame red. “Apologies. My name is Becky, Becky O’Donnell. I’m one of the graduate assistants for the humanities department. Dr. Monroe had me organize your office and set up your bio online.”
So, not a stalker, then.
I can’t handle any more crazy women in this lifetime or the next. “Ah, okay. Hello Becky, nice to formally meet you,” I say, extending my hand and sighing in relief.
She shakes it, then asks me to follow her to my office. “You’ll find everything you need in here. I’ve organized your files on your computer, added Dr. Monroe’s calendar to yours, and set your office hours. Your password is your last name and your birthday. You’ll need to update that.”
“Thank you. Is Dr. Monroe ready to meet yet?”
Becky offers me a small smile, still beet red.
I guess I make her nervous. “She’s in a faculty meeting for another thirty minutes. She’ll meet with you once she returns. Until then, get situated and welcome to the team.”
She scurries out of the office as fast as her legs will allow. I almost sniff myself to see if I smell. I nearly call her back in here to explain why she’s so skittish, but it’s for the best. I’d rather her be leery of me than infatuated.
Walking across the room, I place my bag on the oak desk. I’m nearly around the desk when my phone vibrates, and I pull it from my breast pocket.
Matthieu’s calling.
I swipe to answer. “Tout va bien?
“Oui. Everything is on schedule. I was calling to let you know the Senator and Miss Davenport spent Friday night at the club. I know this isn’t the footage you asked for, but I have the video for you anyway.”
“Ont-ils r?v?l? quelque chose?” I continue to ask him questions in French to ensure some level of privacy in case someone walks by.
“Yes, they revealed a lot. Those two are sick fucks.”
I chortle. “That says a lot coming from you.”
“Well, considering Baker was using severed fingers in her ass while he tries to impregnate her, I’d say my disgust is warranted,” Matthieu details. “I thought he was going to backhand Samantha when she demanded him to shove two fingers of some girl they killed earlier in her ass. Instead, two seconds after his hand was around her throat, she moaned, and he was visibly hard.”
My eyebrows nearly hit my hairline. “Tell me you got it all,” I rush out. This is exactly what we need for phase one of our plan.
“I just told you I did. I wanted to gouge out my eyeballs and rupture my ear drums. The entire fucking time, he kept saying, ‘Does my dirty whore of a sister like taking my big, fat, long cock?’ Which was hilarious because his dick was far from big, fat, or long. I almost feel bad for the poor bastard.”
And now I need my memory wiped.
“Thank you for the horrid visual. Send the file directly to Liam. He can suffer through it.” I pause when there’s a knock on the door, and Dr. Monroe steps inside. “Listen, send it, and thanks again. I have to run,” I explain before ending the call.
Looking at my watch, I see it’s only been fifteen minutes since Becky left my office.
“It ended early,” she states.
“I see. Hello, Dr. Monroe,” I greet, introducing myself.
Adjusting her glasses, she replies, “Liliana.” When she notices the puzzled look on my face, she continues, “Since we’ll be working closely together this year, I figured it made sense for you to call me by my first name and leave the formalities behind.”
“Okay, works for me. Is there anything we need to go over before class today?”
“I’m sure Becky filled you in on the basics, and I emailed you this week’s lesson plan already. After class, we can arrange the days you’ll lead the lesson.”
I smile, genuinely excited. I’ve always been interested in continuing my studies and possibly becoming a professor. We cover a few more items before it’s time for class. Seeing my in, I continue. “I’d also like to discuss three student transfers into your class.”
Liliana studies me, remaining silent long enough to make me think I overstepped and I won’t be able to get the guys into her class. “Do these transfers happen to be the other three Heirs currently in Intro to Sociology with Professor Blaine?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.