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The hours crawl by as I meet students until there’s no one waiting in the hallway. Surprised, I glance at the time on my computer to see that it’s only two in the afternoon.

Grabbing my sheet, I check to see who is missing their time slot. The day was completely packed without any openings.

Chewing the inside of my lip as I move down the list, I stare uncomprehendingly at the sheet for a moment.This can’t be right.

Nina Sterling.

Growling at my step-daughter’s name on my roster, I don’t know whether I should be happy she’s at the same university as I am or angry. Her mother shattered me, but Nina has always been very different from Vivian.

Grabbing my phone, I dial the number she has on the roster, surprised it’s a Minneapolis area code. It rings several times before a breathless voice picks up.

“Hello?”

“Do you have a penchant for standing up your teachers, Nina?” I ask her. There’s a feral note in my voice, making me wince. It’s not like I’ve never had a student miss their one on one meeting with me, but I’m irrationally angry and disappointed now that I know who the student is.

“No, no, Sir, I don’t,” she says rapidly. She has to know who I am, though my cock inappropriately twitches as she says the word ‘Sir’.

“Did you forget that you had an appointment with me then?” I ask her.

“No,”she says so softly I can barely hear her. “I’m running late, and I’m on my way if you can wait? I got… held up.”

I wonder what could be keeping her from this meeting, and I scowl at the phone. I don’t completely believe that she is running late. I think she was planning to stand me up.

“You have fifteen minutes,” I growl, hanging up. Shaking my head at the reality that I’m going to see my step-daughter for the first time in years, I look out the window as the snow falls.

Ethan complained that someone was parked out on the street again this morning, and I hope whoever it is is there tomorrow so that I can lay into them.

I need a good way to use all of this annoyed energy I have pent up in some way other than Brooke’s wet hole. I’m definitely going to be fucking her roughly before I leave the office tonight. I may even choke her until she passes out before I come. Fuck yeah.

A soft knock on the door pulls me out of my erotic thoughts, making me turn with a raised brow. A girl with pink and nearly white-blonde hair stands before me with eyes that still haunt me. I saw her in class and never recognized her. Damn, she looks all grown up.

Nina is wearing a thick hooded sweatshirt, jeans with holes in them with tights underneath, and her hair is pulled up into a messy bun. She also smells like honeysuckle. I have really vivid memories of eating the flower’s trumpet as a kid, and now all I can think of is eating her cunt.

Fuck, why does she smell so good?If I can smell her from the door, this is going to be a very uncomfortable experience for me. My pants are tight, and everything is telling me that she’smine.

What is wrong with me? I’m a grown man. I need to remember that.

“This is how you come to a meeting?” I ask in shock. Her hair appears clean at least, but there’s shadows of sleeplessness under her eyes.

“It’s really cold out and I haven’t gotten used to it,” she says softly, staring at my desk. I don’t like that she won’t look at me.It was always harder for Nina to lie to me when I could see her blue-green eyes.

“It’s snowing a bit earlier than usual,” I confirm. “You’re not in Georgia anymore.”

I meant to tease her, but her body stiffens as she nods. Leaning forward, I frown, wondering what I’m missing.

“Come in then and close the door. We’re already behind schedule. You can tell me why you’re late to start with.”

Closing the door behind her, she walks to the chair, but remains standing.

“I just felt like it would be a little awkward to see you, Cooper,” Nina says softly. “Things weren’t the best the last time I saw you.”

I may have called her mother a gold digging whore.Wincing as I remember that day, I tap the desk.

“Sit down please,” I tell her instead.

Continuing to stand, she chews on her lip.

“Can’t we, I don’t know, skip this? I’m passing this class with flying colors, we can just pretend not to know each other.” Nina shrugs.