by Eliza Quinn
UNLEASHED
DESIRE
By
Eliza Quinn
Copyright © 2020 Eliza Quinn All Rights Reserved
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.
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Rule #1: Never get involved with a student.
Professor Patel Park knows better than to risk his career on a student. It was right there in the rules; rule number one, to be exact. So what if it was his own personal rule? But when Tatiana Edwards enters his classroom, he knows things are about to heat up. Because she’s attractive as can be and there’s a look in her eyes begging him to dominate her.
Tatiana wants to seduce her anatomy professor.
Tatiana isn’t happy about her unexpected move, but when she meets her new anatomy professor, she can’t stop thinking about him. She can’t stop imagining him taking control and taking her. Is he the kind of guy that’s into all the dark things she wants? Or is he as vanilla and boring as most of the guys that try to come on to her?
There’s only one way to find out!
I hope you enjoy the story!
Stay Sexy and Sassy,
Eliza
Table of Contents
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
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About the Author
Other Books by Eliza
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Chapter One
Kay wondered again if this was a good idea. Celine had been busy for the last couple of weeks. Work and having a hot as hell boyfriend usually sucked up all the time a girl had. Kay didn’t want to add more to her plate. When Celine had insisted they discuss over lunch, she knew it had stemmed from guilt. Kay knew she was the one who should feel guilty for using her best friend to get a job. She hated asking for favors. It gave her the uneasy sense of being indebted, but she needed the inspiration. Or was it motivation? She’d been in a creative rut for the better part of the month, and with a deadline looming she had to get her ass in gear. She was running out of options.
The Van Der Meer Library stood out from all the other buildings. Huge manicured lawn, beautiful colonial architecture and a sheen that only money could have bought. Nestled in the suburbs of New York, it could have been some building in the Deep South and it wouldn’t have looked out of place. Kay loved the library almost as much as she loved Celine. Then again, she loved any library. She pushed the doors open and Celine looked up, her face breaking into a welcoming smile.
“Kay! I’ve missed you.” Celine scrambled from behind the desk and pulled Kay into a hug. Kay just sighed into the embrace. She’d missed her too.
“When you called, I knew we had to see each other. We haven’t met in what? Two weeks? I am such a terrible friend. Everett had some social events lined up and he insisted I be his date. And work has been insane. Karen is getting fired!” she stage whispered with widened eyes.
“Karen can’t be fired. She’s getting divorced, is she? After her last ‘vacation’ I did not recognize that ass.” Kay snorted.
“Not fired fired. She’s ‘retiring’. I think John the Third is getting her a new boutique or a gallery or something else to ruin. We’re changing management to Mr. Van Der Meer’s son. Big shot murder mystery writer and our very own local celebrity.” Celine grinned. “Everett says he’s got a good head on his shoulders, though I figure anyone who’s not Karen is an improvement considering the only books she’s interested in are glossy magazines with pictures. Lemme get my purse, my lunch break is due. We can catch up and you can tell me why you were so weird on the phone.”
“I wasn’t being weird,” Kay muttered as Celine grabbed her purse from her desk.
“You said good morning like a complete psycho. The last time I got a good morning, you flooded our bathroom by clogging the shower in college. So yeah, something is up.” Celine laughed, pulling Kay out the door. They walked to the coffee shop close by, chattering about nothing until they placed their orders and sat down.
“So what’s up?” Celine asked, sipping her frappe.
“I need a job Cel. At the library? I’m ghostwriting this horror novel for this conceited douche but he pays good money. So yeah. It’s set in a library. Like the library is a portal to another universe. I’ve tried to write it, really, but every time I stare at my screen my mind goes blank. I need inspiration, and the best way to get it is a break in routine. Help?” Kay bit the inside of her cheek while she watched Celine sip her coffee. She hadn’t even touched hers.
“Are you kidding? Of course I can get you in. The only problem is that there is no portal in the library – I would have noticed a giant hole in the wall. Are you sure you’re good with just a plain old library? We might bore you to death rather than inspire.” Celine laughed.
“No way, really?! Thank you, thank you, you’re the best friend ever!” Kay squealed, scooting over to where Celine sat to squeeze her into a hug. Celine laughed and hugged her friend back. It was rare that Kay needed something. The girl was so annoyingly self-sufficient.
“Well I owe you. Since I’m in charge of hiring some new hands, I got you.” Celine shrugged.
“You don’t owe me,” Kay insisted. She didn’t want Celine to think she was angry at anything. She loved that Celine had found love. Everett was the best man for her.
“I haven’t—” Celine started.
“If I need you, I know you’ll be there. You haven’t done anything except enjoy the new love of your life. If I had a super-rich boyfriend who doted on me and wanted to take me everywhere, I’d definitely ditch you too. Just FYI. You got me anyway. I know that so there’s nothing to apologize for. We text every day. We just need to hang out with vodka and ice cream every once in a while and don’t worry, Everett can come too.” Kay grinned at the idea of the super manly Everett indulging in girl time.
“Okay… okay. So I hired a new girl. Her name is Charlotte but she likes to be called Charlie. I think you’ll love her,” Celine said.
“Why? Because my name is Kennedy and I like to be called Kay?” Kay laughed because it was just like Celine to make such a random connection.
“No… well yes, but she’s cool too. So stop doing that smirky thing and drink your coffee,” Celine grumbled good-naturedly, knowing she’d been caught.
“Tell you what, if you let me start tomorrow, we’ll ditch the coffee and get ice cream instead. Deal?” Kay asked.
“The only time I turn down ice cream is, uh, never – so yeah. You were going to start tomorrow anyway. New inventory is a bitch and the new guy, Asher? He’s a bit of a perfectionist. So we have to do the whole thing from scratch. So really, you’re paying me to let me bust your cute ass. Win-win.” Celine chuckled, picking up her bag as Kay groaned behind her.
“I hate you,” Kay said with as much feeling as
she could muster.
“Save it for when you’re coughing up book dust, Dobby,” Celine giggled.
Chapter Two
Kay showed up early enough at the library to get all the paperwork processed. She was oddly looking forward to stacking books and carting them around. She’d been writing for so long that she had actually forgotten what it was like to just immerse herself in the enjoyment of books instead of the creating. Celine got her settled in and set her to start indexing books in one of the smaller rooms above the main library. She hummed a Britney Spears song as she pushed the door open. The room was spacious and well-lit by the large window done in hues of gold and burgundy like some Victorian parlor, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. It was the man.
He was gorgeous. Tall and lean with sharp features, high-cut cheekbones, aquiline nose and an expressive mouth the color of a dying pink rose. His eyes were the palest shade of blue she’d ever seen, cold and impenetrable like a pane of glass. His hair waved over his forehead, the deepest shade of black so dark it looked blue. He wore a dark turtleneck and black pants with shoes that probably cost more than her rent. For a moment she only stared at him, frozen with lust or shock, Kay hadn’t decided.
“If you’re done staring, get me a cup of coffee. Hot, and I mean searing hot, black, no sugar.” He snapped his fingers at her.
Snapped. His. Fingers. At. Her.
Kay shook her head out of the stupor that his stupidly good looks had put her in.
“Excuse me?” Kay snapped.
“Coffee. I assume that you know how to pour a cup of coffee?” He raised a brow challengingly.
“I came up here to inventory, mister, not to serve guests. If you want coffee, get your own.” Kay resisted the urge to snap her fingers right under his patrician nose. How dare he assume that she was the help? Even if she did work here it gave him absolutely no right to act like an entitled asshole.
“I am not a guest,” he bit out, sounding surprised that someone had dared to defy him.
“Same difference.” Kay shrugged. He stared at her for a second, widening his eyes briefly in shock until he schooled his features into one of boredom.
“You do realize who you’re talking to right?” he asked.
Kay merely raised her brows in amusement. It didn’t matter who he was. Nobody treated her like a maid. Ever.
“I’m Asher Van Der Meer,” he said quite smugly.
“Good. That’s good. I know exactly who to direct my complaint against then,” Kay hissed and stormed out of the room. As she walked out she could have sworn she heard a man laughing. She was sure it was Asher, stick up his ass, Van Der Meer. Men like him only laughed when they were stomping on puppies and collecting lollipops from babies like the proper devils they are.
Kay spent the rest of the day going through inventory with all the pent up annoyance of meeting Asher. She knew exactly who he was now that she thought of it. She’d known but still, the arrogance had just rubbed her wrong. She was probably going to lose her job on the first day and that was a new record. She hauled up new boxes to put on the shelves up front. She tore into the boxes and gave a scream of frustration.
“I didn’t think working in the library was such a high-stress job,” Celine called from behind her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kay said, still staring daggers at the offending books in the box.
“So you normally stomp through libraries and stare daggers at murder mysteries? Because I haven’t seen this part of you.” Celine tilted her head.
Kay sighed and began to shove the offending books into the shelves, then gentled her movements because she couldn’t bear to treat books badly no matter what.
“I have nothing against murder mysteries. Just this particular author. Asher Van Der Meer’s books aren’t that great okay?” Kay sighed.
“Ah. I take it you’ve met Asher then?” Celine prodded.
“Met him, killed him, you’ll find his body upstairs. How’s that for a whodunnit?” Kay said dryly.
“Well damn, there goes my paycheck. What did he do?” Celine asked.
“He snapped his fingers at me and ordered coffee.”
“He… what? That doesn’t seem very Asher.” Celine frowned.
“So you think I’m making this up?” Now Kay was offended.
“Definitely not. It’s possible you all just rub each other the wrong way. But if you ask me it’s a big library, and you can definitely avoid him if his rudeness annoys you. Is that really all that is riling you up? You look flushed and there is a sparkle in your eyes I recognize.” Celine arched her brow.
“That is all. I am not attracted to the man. He might be the best-looking man I’ve seen but that rudeness is a total turn off,” Kay insisted.
“Okay. Whatever you say. But I didn’t say anything about being attracted to him,” Celine pointed out.
“Dammit. I’m ignoring you,” Kay said and turned her back. Celine laughed as she walked away. Kay sighed. She had walked right into that one.
If she was being honest with herself, she wanted Asher almost as much as she wanted to throttle him. He was an asshole and she’d had enough of assholes in her lifetime, starting with her father. She wasn’t a bad boy type of girl and that was that. Besides, Asher wasn’t attracted to her. She just had to keep her head down and do her best to stay out of his way. And if her lady parts didn’t get the memo, she would kill the batteries on her vibrator until every single strain of lust she felt for the man was pushed out her from her system like the virus they were.
She was just going to avoid him.
Chapter Three
Asher watched from his office window as Kay walked into the library. He told himself that he enjoyed the early morning sun, but he knew that was just bull. He’d been waiting for her. Asher didn’t know what it was about her that had set him off the first day. He’d been staring at the books lined on the shelf, wondering what he would do with his new manuscript. Truth was he didn’t know and that fact had galled him. Then Kay walked in, and all the blood had gone from his brain to his dick. The want to grab her was so primal that it had annoyed him. The way she stared at him, those full lips of hers moist and open, her red hair in a messy tangle to her waist, with those curves encased in ripped jeans that showed more skin than they covered. He’d taken one look at her and wanted to gulp her down whole until the need that had crawled into his gut disappeared. Asher wasn’t a man who was ruled by his desires. By virtue of the animal attraction he’d felt, she was enemy number one. No matter how delectable she looked, he couldn’t touch. She was an employee and the opposite of every woman he’d been with. Grungy and edgy had never been his type but something about Kay, that fire underneath her “I don’t care” exterior set him ablaze. He was sorry he treated her so poorly but one of them had to leave that room immediately. So he snapped at her and acted like an ass to piss her off so she would leave and hopefully his raging hard on would go unnoticed. He decided he must avoid her after their first altercation. So why was the fact that she was avoiding him so worrisome it had reduced him to watching her from his window like some lovesick fool?
Whatever madness had possessed him, Asher knew he had to wait it out until it passed. And it would pass, of that he was sure.
Kay strolled into the library with a strong sense of being watched. She cast furtive glances about the library and for a brief mad moment she thought maybe Asher was watching her.
“He’s not here. He’s in his office. Where he usually is,” Celine said from her desk with a smirk.
“I wasn’t looking for anyone. Who are you talking about?” Kay responded.
“Uh huh. Right.” Celine took a sip from her cup and bit into her bagel.
“I’m going to have breakfast,” Kay announced to no one in particular and left to the kitchen. She didn’t know when her friend had become such an annoying know-it-all. It was maddening enough that Kay couldn’t get the man out of her head. She was ashamed at how many batterie
s she’d had to change on her vibrator in the last month alone. If he wasn’t in her fantasies doing unspeakable things to her, he was everywhere in real life, on billboards or entertainment news attending a gala or some other function. She didn’t know that writers were such celebrities. It was frustrating because even if she could get those pale blues out of her head – she could not, but assuming she could – the world seemed to be on a warpath and the course it seemed to have taken up was never-forget-Asher-Van-de-Meer-existed. She couldn’t even concentrate on her writing. At this rate, she would have to take up her job at the library full-time.
Kay groaned, frustrated at herself. She took a piping hot cup of coffee and was about to down it when she remembered Asher snapping his fingers and demanding “black, no sugar.” She viciously dumped two sugars into her cup and took a sip of the overly sweet coffee. Kay grimaced in disgust and dumped the contents down the sink, put a kettle to boil and settled on waiting for tea. She sighed and massaged her temples. What was wrong with her? She’d avoided him for the better half of a month yet every time she heard his voice, she’d been sorely tempted to go over so she could see his face. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. Out of sight should have been out of mind too.