by Brandy Ayers
“Yes, but that class isn’t about getting her into bed. It's about getting her to scream yes in bed. Every time.” Micah doesn’t get riled up at all. He simply smiles at me and continues with his answer, mirroring my position in his chair. “The session titles can sometimes be misconstrued if you haven’t researched what it is I teach.”
“So, you purposely try to mislead your students?”
His smile widens. “Not at all. I occasionally get a guy enrolled who doesn’t understand what we do here, but he does by the end, and he has usually learned something to make him a better man.”
“And what is it that you do here?”
“Did you do any research on my class? The way I understood it, your editor would be giving you all the information you needed before you came here today. There was a whole description of each class, my biography including credentials, and several names of men who have completed the course and were willing to give testimonials.” Those damn gold flecks in his eyes sparkle like he’s enjoying beating me at my own game, and I admit, I should have read the packet on him.
“I didn’t have the time to read the packet on my way here. But really, what credentials could a pick-up artist possibly have? A running score card of all the women you’ve banged?” I shift in my chair, a little uncomfortable with the way things are turning out. But I’m still confidant I’ll be able to get the story I want.
Micah leans forward placing his elbows on the table, his cheeks above the beard turning a little pink with anger or frustration. “First of all, this isn’t a course on picking up women. Most of my students are men already in relationships or looking to be in a long-term relationship. I don’t teach them how to find or attract a woman. Second of all…”
Just as I’m sure Micah is about to really start working up a good head of steam and possibly say something that I’ll actually be able to use, the door swings open and several men walk into the room, all eyeing me warily.
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to learn as we go. If you don't mind, I’d prefer you sit in the back of the room, so you aren’t too much of a distraction for the guys.” Micah stands from his seat, turning the chair back to its original position, and walks to the front of the room without even a glance in my direction. I can see his shoulders rise and fall as he takes several deep breaths. I don't know if that is to calm himself down after I obviously pissed him off or to get ready for speaking to a small group of observers.
I take up my seat at the very back of the room, next to the projector where I’ll be partially hidden from view. About a dozen men file in varying in age and attractiveness. Some are well into their forties, while others are obviously young bucks.
Once everyone is seated, Micah turns at the front of the room and starts in on his first lesson.
“Hey, everyone. Thanks for being here. Before we get started, I’d like to tell you all a little about myself, so you know what you are spending your hard-earned money on.” Though the words are directed at the class at large, Micah’s eyes land right on me, and stay on me. “My name is Micah Othon, and as you might have seen in the bio on my website, I have a bachelor’s degree in biology, a master’s degree in psychology, and dual doctorates in human sexuality and women’s studies from Cornell University.”
I look around for a juke box, because I swear to God, I just heard a record scratch. Dual fucking doctorates?
Also By Brandy Ayers
Stand Alones:
The Arrangement
Piece by Piece: A Modern Retelling of Jack and the Beanstalk
Wanted: No Strings
Taking Over
The O Doctor
Protecting His Brat
WQUZ News Series:
Standby
Breaking
In-Depth – Coming 2019!
Blue Line Series:
Reckless Conduct
Possession
Intoxication
Disturbing the Peace
Surprisingly Safe:
Only Us
Only You
Only Me – Coming 2019!
About Brandy
Brandy Ayers is a writer of erotic romance. Or romantic erotica, depending on how you look at it. She has been telling stories in one form or another since she was a child and decided her English / Irish heritage was boring. Instead, for a 4th grade class genealogy assignment, she weaved a tale of mystery and intrigue about her great, great grandpa chief of the Navajo tribe. No one bought it. Brandy lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, daughter, neurotic boxer, and Satan worshipping cat.
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