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“Okay, got it,” she says in the zone.

As I cross my arms I look down at my… student. “Okay what else did the date say?”

“That I could maybe work out.”

What to say?

Storm’s perfect, and I’m not usually into curves. In saying that, I’d eat every inch of her, and daily.

“You look great already! If you want to work out, that is up to you. You look kind of, well… perfect.”

“Really?” She asks as I pause. “You can be honest.”

I cannot.

I certainly cannot tell her she is so hot I want to push her against the wall, and stretch her wide.

“Okay, I know I’m a bit curvy,” she says. “I’m going to work out either way. Question. Do you think my breasts and butt are too big? Should they be toned?”

Before I can take a look, and stop rubbing my temples, she leaps up, and she spins a foot away. I close my eyes and rub my temples. Dear God!

I have imagined taking her on every surface of my place, and for weeks. I have also seen almost every inch of her.

“Look you’re great the way you are. Even your nipples, I mean breasts.” This is a bad idea. “Look, you’re already a sweet, cute, nerdy… ”

“Really?”

“Do whatever you like physically, if you feel you need to. Supposedly life is all about balance, right?”

“I guess.”

“So do not go over the top, Storm.”

“Thanks,” she says before checking her notes and pausing. “Oh, one last thing! I’m going to need you to teach me how to do this.”

Here we go.

“I need to know how to charm the pants off guys.”

We look at each other, and I don’t like it. I will not do that. No way in hell. I cross my arms, and give her a scowl. I make it clear hell must first freeze.

“Yikes,” she says feeling my gaze. “Okay, how about only at the end?”

She asked with a raised brow, and a pleading look. I slowly nod as I think. By then, I must have a plan. A good plan, to get out of this mess.

Storm scribbles away as I walk to the large view over Manhattan.

As I rub my neck, my blood starts to chill. The idea of anyone else sliding their cock inside her, and looking into her eyes, as they do, makes me see red, and want to kill.

Her eyes are mine.

She is mine!

I turn and shake my head at the mad thought. As I walk over to her, I look down. She has taken a lot of notes, and she is now hyper focused.

Almost as if she is doing another degree.

Needing a strong drink, I pour a whiskey. Storm finally walks over, and she looks up with her big brown eyes. I hand her my whiskey, and I pour another.