She touches her lips as though the assault was just too much, but then she smiles. "That's the best thank you I've ever gotten."
I offer her a grin back and then smack her on the ass. "Take a seat and let's get started. We're not learning sex ed, you know."
"Oh? Then I guess I'd better leave." She stands and ready's herself to go.
"Sit, Harlyn."
She pushes out that bottom lip, and with the most seductive stare I've ever seen says. "Yes, sir, Mr. Harrington."
"I'm warning you. We're here to study, and if you keep pushing that lip out and saying Sir, I'm going to turn you over this table and…"
"…and what Mr. Harrington, shove your dick in my ass?"
My breath catches, and I swallow deep. I'm on the edge of saying fuck it and doing just what I've threatened, but giving in wouldn't give what either of us needs. Well, not on a literary level anyway.
"How about this? You get through today, and by the end of the week, produce a quiz with ninety-eight percent or better, and I'll stick this dick wherever you want it." I grip myself proving my point.
Her gasp indicates I've taken her by surprise and is the only answer I needed.
My dick is one hell of a motivator because she powers up her reading device and goes straight to the last page she was on. Taking notes as she quickly scans the pages.
"Ninety-eight percent or better, remember?"
She nod's frantically and continues reading at a record place.
Chapter Eight
Francis Harlyn Aldridge
This morning I'm skipping class and going dress shopping with Quinn. There's a charity ball put on by the Mayor in just a few days, and I haven't even bought anything to wear. I expect finding my size may be a challenge because, according to Quinn's mom, I don't care how much I weigh. I wanted to bitch slap her for even insinuating I'm overweight but held my tongue. Brushing it off as though I didn't hear her.
Hell, I'm a size four. If having curves in all the right places is a sin, I guess I'll be dancing with the devil.
The more I think about the ball, the more I wonder if spending money on a dress is necessary. After my conversation with Lance a couple of days ago, I doubt our plans to go together are still on the table.
It's not like I need a date, the money my absentee parents donated will be enough to guarantee me a seat at any table, but I'd be going with Mr. Harrington if I had my choice. And not just because being near him gets my panties wet but also because I'd love to see the looks on all the rich bitch faces when I walked in on the teacher's arm.
Neither Quinn or I consume the coffee or muffins I'd so graciously brought. Her mother had set me on edge, and there's no way I'm trying on dresses after bloating on a bunch of carbs.
There are many dress shops in Silvercrest, but everyone knows, showing up at a ball in a dress bought anywhere, but Vinnik's is essentially your ticket out of elite status.
Known for unique, original, and one of a kind styles by the most famous designers from all over the world is what you'll find there, and it's where Quinn and I are now.
It wasn't, but ten minutes after I stepped through the door, I found the dress I'm wearing.
The strapless deep cut V neck bodice is dark navy, flattering my breasts and hips as it angles into a matching V shape at my waist. From there, sapphire silk is meticulously hand-sewn into the dark navy that eventually extends into a floor-length flowing skirt. It's elegant yet sexy and totally me. I'm ecstatic when I learn it's a size four.
Quinn isn't as lucky. The lack of Sebastian's response with her first choice puts her in a mood, and she dumps the first dress on a neatly folded pile of lingerie before stalking off to another part of the shop ultimately settling on a sexy black and red gown. She arranges alterations, and we exit the store.
"Harlyn, what are you doing today? Are you going to hook up with Winston later?"
My response is a shrug, I still haven't told her, or anyone for that matter, Mr. Harrington and I are meeting up at the library. It's not that I don't trust her; we're both a part of The Society, and learned at a young age loyalty is as good as blood. Those who are un-loyal, generally don't live to tell their tale.
In this case, it's more personal. Yeah, it's a tutoring session, but what Winston and I are doing is indescribable. Every time we see one another, our attraction becomes more apparent, and it's only a matter of time before we're intimate. So, for now, I'm keeping this to myself.
We climb into her car and start down the road. The ride is mostly quiet, I suspect she's still reeling at Sebastian not responding but then, and without any warning, she turns her attention on me. "Have you let him put it in your ass yet?"
The question catches me off guard, and all I can muster is a laugh in response. She knows I've told Lance my feelings for him, and my first time with Mr. Harrington will not be anal. I'm not a prude by any means, but I don't see what the big deal is. Maybe if things go further with the teacher, I'll give it another try, but for now, there are many other things on my mind.
When she pulls into my drive, we say our good-byes, and I step out of the car where Anderson, my butler, is waiting on the stairs. I'd texted him moments
