3
Sienna
He agrees to give me private lessons at my request. In retrospect, it was the stupidest idea, but I let my emotional brain persuade me otherwise. And now I regret it because it makes being close to him so much harder. I convince myself it’s for the extra credit, that it would ensure I focus on and master all areas. But it’s a lie. A blatant one.
It’s easy to remember that line between us. The reality that Professor Durand is off limits when we’re surrounded by other people, but alone, in a room watching the light catching his hair, it’s nearly impossible.
The way he looks at me is sinful, when he touches me, as rare as that is, and not in the way I want him to, it takes my breath away. I feel like I’ll melt into a puddle on the floor beneath him.
Like I'm the clay he could mold into a million different positions. When it comes to him, I’m fragile, pliable, and willing to be bent to his will. The thoughts that invade my mind makes me nervous.
He sits at his desk, concentrating on something in front of him, his brows knitted together. I bite my lower lip, thinking about all the ways this is wrong and all the ways I still want him.
I dated two guys before if you can call a few chaperoned outings a date. They were approved by my parents, sons of their friends. There were no sparks between us, and only one ended in a kiss that was remotely intimate, but awkward.
It didn't cause a swarm of butterflies in my stomach, it didn't play on my mind over and over again. And then it ended, as uneventfully as it began. Perhaps they were afraid of my father, or maybe they were just as inexperienced as I was.
Hayden Durand must be experienced. He must have women falling all over themselves to be with him. Beautiful, sexy women with legs for days draped across his lap. I imagine his strong hands taunting them. Those perfect lips were exploring their bodies in a way I can only dream about.
My cheeks heat as he looks at me. I concentrate on the structure in front of me, but I feel the burning of his gaze on me. I attempted to capture the exact shade of blue of his eyes again. It's an obsession.
I think back to his hand on my chin, the electricity that coursed through me, the way my lips parted. My eyes never left his as they silently begged for more. I close my eyes. I have to get a grip and get this man out of my system.
When class ends, I sit on the steps outside the main campus hall waiting for Olive. She’s my first and only real friend, and it would not be overselling it to say she was my only friend in years. She didn’t care about the Gardier name and she sure as hell didn’t give a shit that I live on Pitman Street. She’s a music major and has the life and energy to boot. She did art for recreational purposes, so she wouldn’t get bored and fuck someone up. Her words.
“You’re deep in thought, Sia,” she says, tapping my shoulder.
“Just glad it’s the weekend. We should go out,” I announced quickly. “A girl’s night.” I stand, taking her shocked expression in.
“Wait. You want to go out? Who are you, and what have you done with Sienna?” She cocks a brow.
“I’m a freshman. I should start acting like one. Just no frat parties.” Shrugging, I attempt to ignore her blatant stare that’s making me all the more nervous.
She's right to wonder. I do nothing but study and my idea of a good time is arranging the books on my shelf from alphabetical order, to chronological to color code.
“I know just the place, and I get drinks on the house,” she grins slyly. Olive is beautiful inside and out, with her long brown hair and caramel skin.
As we leave campus, she agrees to have her driver pick me up around seven. I climb into my cherry red BMW, which my parents insisted on buying when I turned eighteen. The short drive to my apartment is uneventful because my mind is still on the blue eyes that haunt me.
Pulling into the underground parking lot, I grab my rucksack, and purse from the backseat and head to the elevator from the garage up to the ground floor of the building.
I walk into the luxurious foyer and greet the doorman, Tom, who is laughing at something on his mobile phone. He glances up startled at me appearing.
“Ms. Gardier,” he offers a respectful nod, placing his cell phone on the desk abruptly. “Can I help with your bag?”
“No, thanks, Tom. I’m good.”
I hate the way people treat me like them. Everywhere I go, I’m convinced people are seconds away from bowing. I grew up with that treatment and I sure as hell don’t need it here, in what should be my world.
I ride the elevator up to the top floor, which has three private, luxurious penthouse suites and nothing else. I open the door to mine and sigh when I step inside.
I want to call this home, but it isn’t. It’s yet another over the top display of my parent’s love, something I can easily do without. This is not what I want, but Daddy didn’t want me living on campus. This is not what makes me happy, but it is one of the conditions of me studying away from home.
I walk through the impressively decorated living room, with its floor to ceiling windows that overlook the city. I head into my bedroom, the only place that is evidence a young woman lives here. Clothing is strewn on the floor, books that litter every free surface, and my shoes are practically covering most of my carpet.
My most valued possession, a Liu Wei sculpture of a landscape sits on a table by the window, bought from a gallery in Beijing during a visit there with my family. The chaos of it is a representative of my present emotions.
After a shower and rummaging through my closet for half an hour, I settle on a strapless fitted blue dress that ends mid-thigh and a pair of five-inch black heels. It’s far sexier than anything I usually wear, but I feel like living on the edge tonight. Who knows, I may meet someone.
I haven’t dressed up in a while, not since I moved here a few months ago. Partying and socializing are the last things on my mind. I had enough of being paraded in front of my father’s associates to last a lifetime.
It’s not lost on me that my family hates my choice. They would prefer me at Harvard, where my father graduated if they had their way.
I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror, while running my hands through my long hair. Once I’m happy, I darken my lips with a deep red lipstick, making sure not to get any on my teeth.
It’s time to have some fun. No more thoughts of overbearing parents, and out of bounds college professors. Once I’m ready, I head back to the kitchen and find a bottle of white wine chilling in the fridge.
Quickly, I pop the cork and pour a glass, which I doubt I’ll finish before Olive arrives, but I settle on the sofa and scroll through my social media. Without thinking, I tap in Professor Durand’s name, finding nothing but a private profile which doesn’t allow me to stalk him.
All I want to know is if he has a girlfriend. There aren’t any photos, but I tap on the profile picture which opens. He’s smiling at the camera, his blond hair messy, and I can’t help but smile to myself as I stare into those blue eyes.
I don’t know how much time passes, but the buzzer alerts me that my best friend is here.
The bar is packed when we enter. The music is loud enough to give you the feeling that you are on a night out but not overwhelming. A counter runs the length of the space, and comfortable booths line the walls. The lighting is dim, but not dingy. It’s inviting. The vibe is electric, making me feel more at ease.
It is not what I visualized when Olive said we were going out for a drink before we headed to the club. We move toward the long bar top and settle in a stool. I feel him before I see him, and I haven’t felt anything like this since my interview months ago.
“Can I get you, ladies, a drink?”
The man serving us is breathtakingly gorgeous, with green eyes which are almost luminous like kryptonite. His dark dress shirt is rolled up at the sleeves hugging his muscular arms. A few strands of his hair tumbling over his eyes and his smile—the way his lips quirk up at the corners—leaves me speechless. His gaze rakes ove
r me, unraveling me, making me feel hot suddenly.
“Hi, Tyler,” Olive purrs. “We’ll have two Long Island Iced Teas please, handsome.” The emphasis on long was not lost on me.
“Coming right up, beautiful?” He winks at Olive and sets about mixing up a drink I’ve heard of, but never in my life tasted. I am drawn to him, to his eyes, his smile, the way he casts glances over at me while he works.
“You're new around here.” He says it, rather than asks.
“That obvious?” I quip, and he nods. “Yeah, just moved to New York.”
“Well if you need a personal tour, just let me know.” He brushes his fingers across mine as he passes the drink toward me. The small touch sends arousal coursing through me.
“I'm pretty capable of getting around, thank you.”
“I bet you are,” he offers me a cocky grin that both unnerves and frustrates me. He’s overly confident, which in a way is sexy, but also, I don’t know if I can put up with someone like that. “Let me escort you ladies to a table.” He rounds the bar and places his hand on the small of my back, which not only heats my cheeks but causes my stomach to flip flop wildly.
“I think we can manage just fine by ourselves,” I smirk, Olive casting me a surprised look. I saunter away, swaying my hips because I feel those green eyes glued to my back.
“You do know he's the owner, and he's totally eye fucking you right now.” Olive’s voice is a low hiss as she leans in close to tell me this.
“As a matter of fact, I don't, and he is not eye fucking me.”
That doesn’t prevent me from glancing over my shoulder to check, and sure enough, he is still staring at me. He tilts his glass toward me, and I turn toward Olive, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, suddenly glad I decided to come out after all.
4
Tyler
When I reach the bar and step behind it, my heart is thundering against my rib cage. The cheeky little sex kitten has my cock aching. Her mouth will be mine tonight, and I’ll make sure she eats more than just her words. “Ty, get me a beer and stop standing there like an asshole.” I turn to my brother and chuckle.
“Fuck off.” I reach for a pint glass and start filling it up with the thick dark stout he loves to drink. “I met someone, I was picturing all the ways I can take her and make her scream my name,” I add cheekily as I set down his drink.
“Oh god, is it another one of those bunnies that frequent your bar?” He gulps down half the beer.
“No, she’s at the table in the back. The dark haired one on the right.” I step aside so he can see her. Those blue eyes darken when he looks at me. “What?”
“I don’t think she’s your type.”
Frowning, I chuckle. “What do you mean? She’s perfect. A little fuck toy I can have bouncing on my dick all night. I bet she’d scream so loud too.”
“You’re a fucking asshole Ty, you’ll just break her heart.” He swallows the rest of the beer, and I can’t help narrowing my eyes at him. He’s never really cared about the girls I took home before.
“And you care because?”
He doesn’t answer, instead finishes his drink and pushes away from the bar. “Just don’t hurt her.” With that, my brother turns and leaves me standing, staring at his retreating back.
I turn to find the girls deep in conversation. They’re both beautiful, and I wouldn’t mind a night with both of them. Maybe they’d be up for it, but first, I want to taste that beautiful innocence that the pretty shy girl has. I want to dirty her up and make her filthy while she rides me.
Then I plan on bending her over my sofa and showing her what cheeky little girls get—my hard cock so deep in her tight body she forgets how to breathe.
“Ty,” spinning around, I find the ultra blonde who I fucked two days ago. I can’t remember her name and to be honest, I don’t care. There’s only one girl I have my sights set on, and it’s the pretty shiny diamond sitting in the booth at the back of my bar.
“What’s up?” I question, grabbing my coffee.
“I was thinking about you.” Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard, and I shudder at the memory of her screeching like a fucking porn star. I hate girls who are over the top. I know I can fuck, there’s no need to overreact an orgasm.
“You shouldn’t waste your time, it’s not happening, darling. As I said, I’m a one night kinda guy.” Sadness distorts her face, and I wonder how drunk I was when I took her home. I need to stop drinking so much.
“Whatever.” She spins on her heels and storms from my bar. Shrugging, I turn to the object of my desire and grab two shots of tequila. When I reach their table, the conversation stops, and they both regard me.
“Shots for the beauties?” Placing the drinks on the table, they glance at each other and shrug. “Did you ladies drive here?”
“I did,” Olive says.
“I’ll take you home. You can get your car in the morning.” She nods, and I watch both girls take their shots. The alcohol wets Sienna’s lips, and I find myself wanting to lick it off. I bet she’d taste just as good as the drink itself, if not better.
“Thank you.”
“Can I get you anything else? I finish up in an hour, and we can head out.”
“Two more beers, Ty.” My cheeky little sex kitten responds. Her voice is strong and confident, and I can’t wait to have her whimpering and moaning.
I pull up outside Olive’s apartment block. “Take good care of my girl, Ty.” I watch the busty brunette exit my car, but before she shuts the door, I respond. “Always, Olive. I’m very good at taking care of people.”
She giggles, closing the door and walking up to the entrance of her apartment. Now that we’re alone, I can feel the energy shift. The beauty beside me is tense, and I wish I could calm her down.
“So, you’re only two blocks down?” I question her.
“Yes, thank you for the lift. You didn’t have to.”
Shaking my head, she’s right, I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. “It’s the least I could do, giving you girls too much to drink was irresponsible.”
“Are you always irresponsible?” Her question has me smirking.
I’m trouble with a capital fucking T, sweet cheeks. Although, that’s not what I tell her. “Not all the time, only when the occasion presents itself.” I pull up to the lavish building. Her parents must have money because this place is out of the pay grade for a student.
“Mmmm, well, this is me.” She unbuckles the belt, and I’m tempted to lean over and kiss her. I can tell there are questions on her mind, some that she’ll probably never ask, but some that I know are coming. There’s one, in particular, I wait for, and she doesn’t disappoint.
“Do you want to come up for a drink? I have coffee?” Her innocent question has my dick thickening behind my zipper.
“Coffee sounds good.” I put the car in park and follow her to the large entrance door. “This is fancy for a student?” I ask, and I see her stiffen.
“My parents insisted on it.” I nod. It seems her folks are a sore subject. As we make our way through the building and up to the third floor, she’s pensive. It’s adorable. Like a sweet innocent virgin. The thought of her being inexperienced has me aching to teach her all the wicked things my mind can think up.
When we step into the apartment, I take in the modern but cozy area. It’s a beautiful apartment, and it seems to suit Sienna even though there are not many personal touches. There’s an easel near the window and a large white cloth on the floor. “You paint?”
“Yes, I’m studying art at New York School of Design.” Her words sink in, and now, my brother’s reaction makes sense.
“Oh, really? And do you take Art with Mr. Durand?” I turn to her, and her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink, and she nods.
“Yes, he’s my professor.” She lifts her gaze to mine, and I wonder if she can see the resemblance. When she doesn’t say anything, I take a deep breath.
“Do you like him?” I step into the op
en area kitchen and lean against the counter.
She shrugs, trying to seem relaxed, but she’s not. Her body is filled with tension. “He’s okay. I’ve only been to class twice.”
She places two large steaming mugs of coffee between us, and I slip into the stool, my gaze never leaving hers. She grabs her extra large cup and takes a long sip. “You like them big, don’t you?” I tease taking in the size of it.
She spits the hot liquid all over her blue dress, and I can’t help chuckling. “What…?”
“The mug, sweet cheeks. You need to soak that, or it will stain.” I point to the wet material. Her nipples harden under my gaze, making my mouth water to taste them.
“I’ll be back.” She disappears into the room, and I pull out my phone. Finding my brother’s number, I type out a message and hit send.
He has some explaining to do. The fact that he didn’t mention she’s his student. It's obvious he wants her. So why not tell me. Unless he wants to play. I would love to share her with him. Now that would be fun.
Her tight little body will come alive under us. Between us. Fuck, now I have a fucking tent in my jeans.
“Done.” Her voice snaps me from the illicit thoughts, and I turn my attention on her. She looks incredible in a pair of soft pink shorts that shows off her tanned legs. The top isn’t as tight as her previous one, but it’s got a sheer quality that allows me to see right through it. Although I don’t think she realizes it because she’s standing beside a lamp that illuminates the black bra she’s wearing beneath.
Holy shit!
I push up and walk toward her. She takes a step back as I near, but I don’t stop until her back is against the wall. She peers up under thick black lashes. I lean in, and her intoxicating scent of honey and something floral invades my senses. Sweet and exotic. Just like her. “Let me take you to dinner.”
“What? I can’t, no.” She shakes her head. I reach for her chin and hold her pretty little head still so she can’t look away. If my brother wants her, I’ll make it happen for him.
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