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CHAPTER ONE
ROXANNE WILLIS
“Come on, Miss Joyner” I yell as I wipe the sweat off my forehead. “One more crunch and we're done!” Seriously, she’s meant to be paying me to help her workout, but I feel dead on my legs. I have no idea why I took this job at my brother's gym. I actually thought there would be a line of desirable men, with muscles and drenched in sweat. Something to help the working day be a little sweeter.
No, for the last five months I have spent hours upon hours of helping middle age, divorce women seek revenge over their lying cheating ex-husbands. I'm all for women doing it for themselves, but when you don't even try, what is the point?
I look over at Miss Joyner attempting a very simple stomach crunch. Her round face bright red and her head barely leaving the ground. She falls down on the ground, gasping for breath. Give me a few more weeks and I'll have her doing fifty without stopping.
“Okay, Miss Joyner, enough for today” I put on a big charming smile. “Same time tomorrow.” I grab my water bottle and march off towards the office. My brother Ricky is tapping away at his computer, completely oblivious that I have entered the room. I collapse on the white sofa and closed my eyes. One more client and I can get out of this place. I’m dying for a Cosmopolitan and a good night out.
I moved to Oxford a couple of years ago, mainly to get away from my over protected mother. At first I refused to work for my older brother, but after being unsuccessful at getting a normal job, I caved in. The money I’d earned previously had dried up and I had no other option.
Now Ricky was my boss. He’s fair and doesn’t take any nonsense off me. I have a habit of getting distracted, especially if it included muscles. The best part of this job is how toned and fit I’ve gotten. Women hate me and I like it. I have the whole package-- long legs, pert ass, DD breasts, blonde hair and blue eyes. My room mate Jake says that I’m a walking talking Barbie doll. Shame a Ken isn’t included in the package.
“How was the session with Miss Joyner?” Ricky says, swirling round in his chair to look at me.
“Well, I wouldn't expect her to run any marathons just yet. I'll get her in shape” I confidently reply. Ricky rolls his eyes at me. He doesn't like my confident, say-it-as-it-is personality. I don't care, what’s the point of acting like a timid quiet mouse and getting trampled on at every chance? No, screw that. Love me or hate me, either way I don't give a shit.
I sit up and look over at my brother, his face is all screwed up and his bulked up shoulders are sagged over. I raise an eyebrow and he shakes his head. Something is wrong.
“Wanna talk about it?”
He lets out a big sigh and rests his bald head on the back of his chair. He squeezes his eyes shut. I'm guessing it’s that sluttish girlfriend of his. I didn't understand why he doesn’t just drop her on her ass. She’s nothing but plain dirty. She’s cheated on him a billion times and yet he still keeps falling for her sob stories. 'I love her' is his excuse. Love? Ha, something else I don't do. Men are only good for one thing and after that I send them home.
“I'm having money problems” he confesses, the pain in his voice is heartbreaking. I stand up and rush over to him. Even though I make out I'm this big mouth, tough independent woman, I love my family to bits. They are my world and I hate seeing them hurt. I wrap my arms around him and give him a huge hug.
Ricky has always taken care of me, we are really close. No matter what I do he will always be there for me and vice versa. Our bond is unbreakable and that's why I hate Kim (his slag) so much. She takes advantage of him, yeah he's a body builder, but underneath that he’s a marshmallow.
“What problems?”
He pulls away from me and shrugs. “We're not making enough money and the word is another gym is opening up around the corner.” He rubs his bald head and turns back to his computer. “Takings are down by 40%. The council have increased the rent and I can't see how we will survive once that other place opens.”
“What is this other gym?”
“Flex” he groans. I’ve heard about Flex before, they’re like the Starbucks of gyms. They seem to be popping up everywhere. “Although, you could help me...”
I know exactly where this is going, I place my hands on my hips and glare at him. “No!” I firmly reply. “You said we were done pulling that shit.”
“Roxy,” he breaths. “I promise this would be our last job.” He starts tapping on his computer and brings up Flex's official website. “We could both clean up... big time!”
I narrow my eyes at him. His words have intrigued me and as always a wave of excitement flows through me. I guess I sort of get off on this. I enjoy the anticipation of wondering if we will get caught and finally the prize at the end of it.
“Alright” I smile. “Tell me.”
He spins round to face me. “I thought you just said no?”
“I haven't agreed to anything yet” I poke him on the shoulder. “I just want to hear what you have in mind. Then maybe,” I shrugged as if I don't care. “I might agree, if the price is right.”
A little smirk appears out of nowhere and he knows he has got me on side. He clicks the mouse and brings up photos of strangers. All of them dressed in boring office clothing and looking nothing but professional. Eugh, I hate these sort of people. Rushing to their offices each morning, drinking coffee and bitching about how hard it is to sit on their arses all day. Freaks! They are nothing put cooperation clones. Wouldn’t catch me doing that in a million years. Yeah, I bitch about the gym, but at least I have defined abs.
“This is what I have been thinking about. Our target is CEO of Flex. Apparently his company is worth over 3.5 million pound. You” he points his finger at me. “Become the object of his affection.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh my god, Ricky, this is the same as the last two scams we did.”
I walk back down to the sofa and flop back down. It sounds boring already. I play the troubled helpless woman, rich men throw money and presents my way and we cash it all in.
B.O.R.I.N.G! I want a challenge. Men are so predictable, especially rich men. They believe everything can be brought, including me. However, I always have the last laugh when I break up with them and keep all the expensive gifts.
We’ve done this scam five times already. It was how I helped Ricky open this place. I was meant to invest mine, well I did, and I have a wonderful collection of designer clothes.
“Hear me out” he pleads, knowing that I have distracted myself from our conversation. “This one is going to take time...”
I narrow my eyes. “How much time?”
“A while” he quickly replies. “Now here is our target...” he clicks on a picture, I have to stand again to see over his shoulder. “Ta-dah!”
My mouth drops and look can't take my eyes away from the screen. There is no way in hell I am going through with Ricky's scam. Of all the people he has chosen HIM! I finally close my mouth and look at Ricky, who is waiting for me to answer.
“No!” I shake my head. “No way, isn’t gonna happen.”
“Roxy,” he sighs. “Come on...”
“No! He knows us. We would be too easy to track. Why would you choose him?”
“You know why” he snaps. “This fucker stabbed me in the back. Flex was my idea and he stole it from me. I want my share, which I deserve.”
“It wouldn't work.”
“It will work better than any of the others. He will already trust you and won't expect anything. Especially from you.”
Ricky smiles up at me, his eyes pleading me to go through with it. I take in a deep breath and look back at the picture. Edward Klein. He and Ricky were best friends. The pair were inseparable and he was my first crush. Just looking at his picture makes me feel 15 again. I haven't seen or spoke to him in 10 years. He still looks the same, although his dark hair is shorter, but those eyes.
“Are you going to do this or what?” Ricky says, switching off the computer.
He turns round in his chair and raises an eyebrow. I think about it, my brother needs this money and Edward did do one on him. My loyalties lay with my brother and I don't to lose my job. Its just money and I am not 15 years old anymore. I could probably eat Edward Klein alive now and he wouldn't know what hit him. This could be so much fun.
“I like that smile” Ricky laughs. “I take it your in?”
“Hell yeah, lets get your money” I wink. Edward Klein is gonna be putty in my hands.

After work I decide to hang out in my favourite place 'Angels'. I'm sat in my favourite spot at the bar with my Cosmo, eyeing up all the talent. I have to admit this is my favourite hobby and I am gagging to take someone home with me tonight. Ever since seeing Edward Klein's picture I have had a desperate need to be fucked senseless.
“Hey Roxy,” a voice says behind me. I turn round and it’s some guy, who I have no idea how he knows my name. He is nice looking to the eye; tall, broad, muscular and has a cute little face. By the way he is dressed he has to be a student. He lets out a little laugh as I stare up at him blinking.
“You don't remember me?”
“Sorry, stud” I take a sip of my drink. “I have no fucking clue who you are.”
He sits down on the free seat next to me. “We met here last weekend. You were with that blonde bloke. You were both dancing on this bar.” He slaps his hand down on the bar, as if that is going to trigger my memory. What he has just described is a normal weekend for me and I meet so many people. I'm pretty sure I would remember his fine arse though.
“I'm sorry, I can't remember. What's your name?”
“Shane” he smiles, which is actually dazzling. I turn all my attention to Shane, as I have now located my target and my goal for tonight. “You sure you don't remember me?”
I sit up, push my boobs out and cross my legs, which allows my dress to rise up a little and expose my thigh. “Of course, I remember you” I lie, I slowly lick my lips seductively and his jaw drops. “Are you here with someone?” I lean a little towards him and run my hand down his arm.
“Umm... No” he stutters, his eyes locked on my chest. Oh yeah, he's mine to tonight. “Do you want another drink?” He asks, not once looking up at my face.
“No” I say breathlessly. “I have something else in mind.” I stand up, down the rest of my drink. “Do you want to join me, stud?” A massive smile creeps across his face and he eagerly nods his head.
“Good, this should be fun.” Without another word, I grip hold of his hand and lead him out of the club.
“Right” I begin, as we walk through the busy Oxford High street. Its time to make everything clear before we take this any further. “I have a few rules and if you want to get lucky you'll stick to them.”
His arm wraps round my waist and I even lean into his touch. “Anything, Roxy” he sounds too eager, which makes him a perfect choice.
“Good. Firstly, this is just a one time only experience. We won't exchange phone numbers and I don't want you stalking me next time you see me. Secondly, you wear protection. Thirdly, you can't stay over.”
He stops walking and looks down at me. His fingers run through his long blonde hair and I swear if I had my way I would pull him into a nearby alley way. I am desperate to feel him inside me, I need to be patient and get my fill of his young, naive and heavenly body. I am undressing him with my eyes and I already like what I see.
“Wow, Roxy, you're every mans dream come true!”
I give a sexy smirk and we carry on walking back to my place. Yeah, I am every man's dream come true. I hate commitment. The whole idea of domestic bliss makes me feel sick. I will never be that woman who devotes her life to a man. What's the point? As they say, variety is the spice of life. And I like variety. I am in touch with my sexual side. Some people may call me a whore. I am single and I don't cheat. I lay out the law and everyone knows where they stand.

The second we get through the door, our lips lock and I drag him into my bedroom. I give a little push to break our kiss and I can already see his erection growing in his pants. I lick my lips and my pulse is racing. I want to take this conquest slow, I want to him to see exactly what he has been missing in his life. This is one time opportunity HIM of ever having someone like me. He's punching above his weight and he knows it.
“Strip!” I order and within a flash he is standing in nothing but his underwear. “Lay on the bed.” I can't help it, I'm a natural dominant and I refuse to ever be under a man's submission. His blue eyes lock on mine, his breathing is rapid. He looks like he is about to explode. Poor thing lets torture him a little more.
I strut into the middle of the room, reach for my zip and my dress pools down to the floor. I confidently place my hands on my hips and let his eyes work down my body. In a lacy red thong, matching bra and my fuck-me-heels, I know exactly what I am doing to him.
“Roxy” his voice almost growl. “You are beautiful.” He shifts on the bed. “Please,” he begs god I love it when they beg. “Let me touch you.”
“Not yet, stud” I climb on to the bed and crawl in between his legs. My thumbs dip into the waist band on his boxers and I slide them down his legs. His erections stands hard and ready for my attention. I lick my lips, grip him in my hand. “Lay back” I moan, already dulling as I take him in my mouth. My tongue circles the head and I push him into the back on my mouth.
“Fuck” he hisses, his fingers tugging in my hair. I pick up pace and he begins to pant. “Oh yeah” he moans. “Keep going, Roxy.” Just as I feel him tighten in my hand, I stop and slide up the length on his body. My lips lock on his and now I want him deep inside me. I'm wet from sucking him off and I want to go straight to the main course.
“Fuck me, Stud” I command, breaking away from his kiss.

***
“ROXY!” Yells a voice, someone is banging on my bedroom door. I groan and recluantly open my eyes. I look over at my clock. Eight in the morning. What the fuck? Who ever is causing that noise is going to be on the end of one full on bitch fit. I pull back the covers and grab my dressing gown.
I notice a little note lying on the opposite pillow. I read it quickly, it’s from Shane. Ah, how cute he left me his phone number. A little smile hits my lips as I remember the night before. God, he was fun. I place the note in my draw, I don't normally do this. However, it might come in handy if things get hard.
“ROXY!” Yells the voice again.
“Alright!” I scream back and storm over to my bedroom door. “What?” I ask, coming face to face with my brother. His fist in mid-air, just about to bang on the door again. “Why are you here?” I push past him and walk towards my kitchen.
I love my little studio flat. It’s centred in the middle of Oxford. Everything about is stylist, that’s all Jakes doing. He's an interior designer and bloody good at it too. I start making a coffee, I can't function without it.
“I’ve been trying to call you since last night” my brother says following behind me. “Why didn't you answer?”
“I was doing something” I laugh, putting two cups down on kitchen side. I raise an eyebrow at him and he rolls his eyes.
“Right,” he huffs, picking up one of the cups. “We need to discuss details.”
I pick up my cup and walk over to my sitting area. I fall into the soft leather sofa and it feels lush. All my muscles hurt and I just want to lie in bed all day. “What details?” I ask. I take a sip of my coffee and groan in pleasure as its slides down my throat. I love coffee. In fact I probably love coffee more than sex. It’s my guilty pleasure and my secret fix.
“Edward Klein” he slowly says, sitting down next to me.
The second he says that name, my body starts to react; my heart rate increases, goose bumps appear and my breathing increases. Shit! If I react like this from a name, how the hell will I react in person? I try to focus on my coffee, but now all I can see is that picture from yesterday. Shit! I’m in trouble.
“What about him?” I try to sound calm and collected.
“Morning” Jake sings, appearing before us. Jake is a good looking man, spiky blond hair, strong angular face and an impressive body. Shame he's gay, on the other hand I wouldn't have him any other way. He’s my best friend, the only one who doesn't judge me and accepts me the way I am.
“Morning, beautiful” I smile over at him.
Jake struts over to us and places a big kiss on Ricky's cheek. He tries to move but is unable. I burst out laughing at Ricky's reaction. Jake has always made it very clear he has a thing for Ricky and Ricky hates it. He's your typical manly man.
“You know you want me” Jake laughs, winking at Ricky. “I'm off out. See you, handsome.”
Ricky waits for the door to close and wipes away Jake's kiss. His face full of disguise. “How can you live with that fairy?”
“Don't talk about him like that!” I hiss. “I don't bitch about that slag you live with. Has she managed to keep her panties on lately?”
“Roxy,” he snaps, I have hit a nerve. “She isn't a slag and anyway, we were talking about Edward Klein and your attempt to get our money back.”
“I thought it was your money.”
“Its both of ours” he takes a sip of his coffee. “So, I was thinking. The best way to get him is for you to work for him.” He pulls a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. “You have an interview Monday morning.”
“What?” I yell, staring at him. “Work for him? Are you crazy? Besides, I already have a job.”
“Look, he is personally doing the interviews and this is a great way to get to him. He will think he is doing you a favour and won't expect anything.”
“It sucks” I spit. “What is this job?”
“His personal assistant” he confidently replies.
“No!”
There’s no way I’m going to end up as someone's slave. That’s practically what a PA is. Not to mention office work! I would rather put pins in my eyes. There’s no way you will catch me sitting in an office being bossed around by HIM! Does it look like I do the whole yes sir, no sir. FUCK OFF. The fact that Ricky as already gone ahead and planned this... well more fool him. If he wants the money badly, he can do this alone.
“It’s only for a short while and your job at the gym will be waiting for you once this is all over.” Ricky moves closer towards me and places his hand on my shoulder. “Roxy, you're my baby sister and I need your help. Without this money, I will have to close my gym and you know how hard I’ve worked for it.”
Great, now he is doing the whole 'poor me' routine. I look up at him and instantly regret doing it. He’s giving me the puppy eyed look and I let out a deep sigh. I have to help him, even though this is my worst nightmare come true. My brother needs me and I don't want his business to fail.
“Fine, I'll do it” I finally say, I point my finger at him. “But only for you. Don't blame me if I get fired within a week.”
“You won't” he kisses my forehead. “You'll make sure you walk away with our money. I can always rely on you, sis. You haven't let me down before and you never will.”
His words make me smile, he's right. I won't let him down...Although this is going against all my beliefs. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. What have I gotten myself into?

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I stood in the doorway as Maxwell began to search through a draw. An amused smile appeared on my face. What was he planning on doing to me? He spun around holding up a really long bandage.
“What's that?” I giggled.
His eyes widened with greed and prowled over to me. “This Miss Dawson is a bandage!”
“I thought we were having sex, not playing doctors and nurses?”
“Improvisation, Miss Dawson.” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you ready to play?”
“Always” I said breathless. I could feel the wanton feeling rushing through my body.
He looked me up and down. “Then why are you still wearing these?” He pointed to my dress. “Come on, Miss Dawson. The sooner you undress the sooner you get your fix.” I could see his arousal bulging through his trousers. The thought of him tying me up was turning him on instantly. I hadn't even touched him yet.
I slowly began to undress and he stood watching, taking me in fully with his mouth tight and his blue eyes burning into me. Finally, I was completely naked and ready for what ever he had planned.
“There are rules” he smirked.
“You do surprise me” I giggled.
He rolled his eyes. “Here they are... No talking... No stopping me and letting me have complete utter control. You could say this is a test of trust... Do you trust me?”
“Of course” I said sadly, why would he ask that?
“Good” he nodded. “Now lay on the bed on your front.”
I crawled down on the bed and lay on my stomach. The excitement of the possibilities was filling my body. I heard him get undress and then climb on the bed.
“Place your hands behind your back” he barked. I complied, he began to wrap the bandage around my wrists and I felt him pull it tighter. “Get on your knees!” Once again I did, trying to bite my tongue from asking questions.
He began to wrap the bandage around my ankles, I was unable to move. On my knees with my hands bounded behind my back connected to my ankles. Everything went quiet and all of a sudden I felt him slam into me.
I hissed in pleasure and he carried on slamming into me with force. I felt my whole body enlighten in fire. Then he pulled out and his hand slipped in between my legs to there. His magic lean fingers moved in between my legs to massage my sweet spot, his finger circling and getting me wetter. Slowly he slipped his finger inside me and carried on the sweet massage. I wanted to scream loudly but I couldn't because of the rules.
His fingertips carried on the tease, up to my sweet spot and then inside. He stopped just as I felt my whole body tingle. Then once again he slammed into, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside. One of his hands grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head back. The other found its way to my sweet spot. I couldn't stay quiet and began to scream the house down. Pleasure overwhelmed me and every thing exploded.
One final slam and he found his. “FUCK!” he screamed. He rested his head on my back and I could feel his heart beat racing. He moved up slowly and pulled himself out of me. Slowly he unbounded me and I was free. I clasped on to the bed and he lay down next to me.
“Well?” He smirked.
“I love you” I yawned, I was really tired now. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. There naked and together I fell asleep in my Mr Golden Rules arms.
Kam Carr

The whole idea of admitting I was a screw up was still putting me off. Then there was Isabel's idea, escort, that also seemed to be another tempting offer. So here I am walking through Oxford debating my future. Stuck at a crossroad- one arrow pointing easy way, the other pointing hard way.

I enter my flat and call out for Isabel, there is no reply. I bet she's working – probably entertaining another rich man while they drink champagne. I didn't even have enough to buy another cheap bottle from the corner shop. Oh well, maybe I should start the essay I had been putting off all week. I walked into my bedroom and sat down on my bed. I open up my bag and try to find my English note pad. It just doesn't seem to be here. Great! Then it hit me, the last time I had it was this morning.
Shit!

I must of dropped it when Professor Greyson was laughing at me. I look up at my clock, it was only five. The campus didn't get locked up till seven. I had no other choice but to go back and get it. Lucky for me, I lived in a good location and it was only a five minute walk.

The lecture room is empty and seems sort of spooky without it filled with students. I walk over to Professor Greyson's desk expecting my notebook to be there, but it isn't. I drop on all fours and start looking underneath, still not there. I sit back on my heels and let out a big sigh. Where else could it be?

“You looking for this?” A voice comes out of nowhere, my eyes move towards the door and Professor Greyson is leaning against the door frame. Oh my god, I can feel my tongue hanging out of my mouth. He has now ditched the jacket, his tie is loose around his neck and the shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. Surely I have died and gone to heaven. He is holding up my bright pink notebook and a smile is spread across his kissable mouth.

I'm staring and my cheeks flush bright red. I jump up, trying to restore myself. I'm all flushed and my mouth has gone dry. I just nod while I try to find my voice. Somehow it only takes a few seconds.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I was just going to start the essay on Shakespeare.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Well,” I watch as he turns the pages in my notebook. “Mr Hottie was such a major role in Macbeth!” My jaw drops and he holds up the doodle I've done of him at the back of the book. I am just glad I have written 'MR HOTTIE' in large bubble writing and not his actual name. This is a mortifying moment of my life, he has been looking through my notes.

“Also, I like the way you call Lady Macbeth the crazy hag! Not sure you should use that term in your essay!” He's laughing at me again, what is wrong with him? Does he find my whole existence amusing? “Also,” he carries on, skimming through the pages. “Your description of Romeo is another of my highlights... 'Sad fucker who should get a life'”

I can't believe he has actually read my notes, the shame and he is so blatant about laughing at me. I can't stand here and watch. I stroll over and snatch the book away from him.

“If you have finished laughing at me, Professor Greyson. I have an essay to write..”

I'm just about to leave and for the second time today he stops me. Wow, I actually feel like I'm about to combust. My eyes wander up his strong chest and once again I am hypnotized by his eyes. He is no longer smiling, in fact, the amused look has been replaced by sadness. Shit, I've offended him. He slowly takes his hand off my elbow and steps back a little.

“Laughing?” He rubs his brow and walks over to his desk. “I didn't think I was laughing at you.”

“You've done it twice today” I reply, I hug my notebook against my chest. I have to keep a firm grip of it, I can't risk losing it again. “Well, three...”

“Mmm,” he tilts his head to the side.

“Well, I didn't mean to. Have you eaten?” I narrow my eyes, seriously, what is up with him? As if he can read my mind, he reply's with. “Look, I'm off to get something to eat. With your lack of funds, I really don't want you staving..”

I raise an eyebrow. “I doubt that would be a problem in my case” I quickly reply, although the comment has seemed to of gone over his head and he is staring at me blankly. I roll my eyes, god, I really have to explain. “Because of my size.”

Professor Greyson is frowning again, but he looks really cute doing it. “Your size?” He shakes his head and grabs his jacket off the back of his chair. “Women do make me laugh..” His mouth drops open and he freezes. “In general is what I meant.” Before I can make a quirky remark he grabs my elbow and leads me from the room. That's three times now today he's touched me. Wow, my first hat trick! I roll my eyes and realize that is the only thing I know about football. Shit, how does my mind work?

“Is this allowed?” The words fall out of my mouth and from the corner of my eye I notice a smile on his face.

“Yes, Lola, I think this is allowed.” He releases my elbow and I find myself just trotting along beside him. Looks like I am having dinner with Professor Greyson!

I don't ever think I've been this conscious of eating before, I don't want to be rude, then again, I don't want him to think I'm a pig. Every now and then, I do have to take a quick peek at him. I like the way he chews and the way he sort of holds his fork up high and swirls it around. I can't believe I'm having dinner with him. This is surely a dear diary moment, well, if I actually owned one.

“You never explained how it is you're poor, ” he pops another forkful of pasta into his mouth. Wow, those lips could do some serious damage. He swallows and waits a second before he continues, a little smile dances on his lips. “I thought your father was a successful business man?”

Great, someone else who's heard of my father. Not that I'm surprised, he practically owns almost everything. There is no escaping him.. Ever! I am now playing with a cherry tomato on my plate. I love my father, and my mother too. It's just they have this way of making me feel like nothing. I can never live up to my older brother Owen. He does nothing wrong and I know I'm not exactly what my mother wanted in a daughter. Once again, I've somehow proven them right.

“He is” I sigh. “Everything he touches seems to turn to gold.” I push my plate away and sit back in my seat. “It's just somehow I've managed to of spent all my money.”

“Ask him for loan?”

“No!” he looks a little taken back by my comment. “Professor Greyson,”

“Greg” he corrects whilst frowning again. God, he frowns a lot.

“Greg,” I pronounce each letter, just to make it clear, I know what his name is. I also add a very seductive smile which he returns. Great, I am now flirting with my Professor. Stop it, Lola, stop it now.

The only reason you're here is because he feels sorry for you. I try to think back to what we were talking about as I have somehow managed to distract myself. This isn't new, it happens a lot. Stick around, you'll find out first hand.

“My father is expecting me to fail, he is probably sitting next to the phone waiting for me to ask for help.” I shrug my shoulders. “Anyway, Isabel has offered me a job...” Why did I add that, I haven't even decided whether to pursue that yet.

“Doing what?” he asks, he has now finished eating and all his attention is on me. I am getting hot and bothered again and have to come up with a really good lie.

“Modelling” the second it leaves my lips I want to kick myself. Look at me, there is no way that is even believable.

“Advertising” I am speaking again and have no idea where this is heading.

“Like last weekend she had to dress up as a pink doughnut. Maybe you saw her, a large doughnut in the middle of town is different.”

“Promotional modelling, then?”

“Yeah, ” I snort. “Only in my case I wouldn't need the costume.” I burst out laughing and he remains silent. I have to bite my lip to stop the chuckle.
He rests his head in his hands and those blue eyes are staring directly at me.

“You have issues with size, don't you?”

“Obviously” I roll my eyes, you don't have to be a scientist to work that one out. Anyone who looks my way can see it.

“Why? Beauty comes in many forms, Lola.” I love the way he says my name. I shake my head, I need to focus and remain here. Even though in my head, I've jumped over the table and my tongue is down his throat.

I close my eyes and take in a big gulp of air. However, the air has seemed to of vanished and the room is getting smaller. I really don't want to talk about my weight or my mother who is the problem behind my self-esteem.

“Why don't we get out of here and get a drink?”

I slowly open my eyes... Me plus alcohol plus him? Not a very good combination. I give a grateful smile and reach out for my notepad, which has been by my side all night. “Thank you, I really should go home and start my essay.”

His lips twitch and he actually looks disappointed. “Okay, do you live far from here?”

“About five minutes.”

“Then at least I can walk you home, Lola” how could I refuse?

I step into my flat and I can see Isabel in our kitchen slash living area. The music is blasting out and she is dancing around. Looks like she had a good night at work. I place my notepad down and it feels like I am walking on air. It hasn't sunk in yet, but I just had dinner with Professor Greyson.

The man I have spent two years lusting after and he wanted to spend more time with me. Now I feel like kicking myself, it was only a drink and I practically ran away screaming. Although, he obviously just feels sorry for me. Unless, there is a tiny part of him which actually likes me. The voice in my head laughs at me and I agree. No man like him would want someone like me.

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"How what?" Her facial expression had changed. Crouched down by me she looked like a lost little girl. "You want me to leave?" She was about to stand up and I stopped her in her tracks.

"No!" I replied instantly. "I like having you here."

"Then what's with all this weirdness?" She demanded.

"I don't know," I placed my hands over my face and threw myself back into the sofa. I slowly took my hands away, she appeared as confused as I was. What was with the mind games all of a sudden?

"I think . . . Well, I'm sure . . . . You have cast some sort of spell over me and its really fucking freaking me out."

A little smile sprung to her lips and her hands began to creep up my thighs. "Mr Thomas," she began. "As you are acting all coy with me... I think you need to relax and start enjoying yourself again."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you have planned?"

"Oh," her fingers tucked themselves into the band of my jogging bottoms. "You're going to rejoice in what I have planned. Sit up a little."

I did as I was told. She slowly pulled my jogging bottoms down to my knees. She chuckled at the fact I was wearing no underwear. My blood was already pumping in the right direction.

She looked up and licked her lips. "I have been waiting to do this all night."

She pulled me into her mouth and slowly began to massage me with her tongue. Delicious circle motions. I ran my fingers gently through her hair, I hadn't been expecting this. I relaxed back in the seat and allowed her to take full control of me.

The tip of her tongue began to run up and down the full size of my engorged manhood. Once again I was back in her mouth, she was sucking and pulling me in with her hand directing me.

"Oh fuck" I hissed, grabbing hold of hair and pushing myself deeper into her tantalizing mouth. I closed my eyes revering in the whole mind blowing experience. I was close, but this was not how I wanted to come. "Not like this?"

She narrowed her eyes while wiping her mouth. "What do you mean?"

"I have an idea" my eyes grew bigger with greed. I discarded my jogging bottoms and held out my hand. "Come." She grabbed hold while I pulled her to her feet. I lead her over to the far wall of the living room.

"Face the wall" I ordered and she obliged. "Place your hands stretched out on the wall." She did. "Spend your legs."

I moved round behind her and took in another eye full of her perfect arse.
I grabbed the bottom of her cotton dress and pulled it all the way over her head to her arms.

"Spread your arms out further." As she did the dress tighten between her arms. She was bounded, her hands and arms were out of use.

"Whatever you do, Georgina. Never move your hands." She nodded and I carried on with my little game.

I started to trail kisses down her neck, my hands reached to her breasts and my fingers began to tug slowly on her already erected nipples. She was breathing heavy and groaning in pleasure.

My lips moved down her spine with my finger tips following. Finally, I was at my destination. I pushed my hand into her thong and started to massage her clit. I grabbed hold of her arse to keep her steady. I inserted my index finger inside her. She was dripping.

With a gentle movement I pushed it further and further trying to hit that unknown spot to some men. As I was fully educated I found it first time. With every motion she was getting even wetter.

I stopped and removed her thong. Kissing each leg as the thong skimmed down her soft skin.

"This is going to be mind blowing" I hissed as I rose to my feet.

I gripped hold of her waist. She stuck her arse out for easier access. In one swoop of a motion I sank myself deep inside her and she threw her head back. I twisted her hair around my wrist and tugged hard.

I plunged myself in, out, faster, harder. My hand moved round to her clit. I tried to copy the same speed. Faster, harder, faster, harder. She began to tremble while screaming out my name. I carried on. Getting faster and pounding on.

Finally, just like magic we came together. Calling out each another's names.I rested my head on her back and tried to regain my breath. She didn't move. She to was trying to regain hers. I gave her a little kiss and stood up. I pulled her dress back over her head and smoothed it down her body.

She slowly spun round to look at me and her arms grabbed hold of my neck. She pulled my face down and our lips meet. The sweetest most lingering kiss I'd ever experienced in my whole life.

"That was amazing" she hushed as she pulled away.

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What the hell is she doing? Dante thought to himself as he sat on the pool's edge. Surely changing into a swimming suit didn't take this long. She had to be taught not to keep him waiting. He could feel his teeth grit in anger. She hadn't even thanked his mother for the breakfast she had prepared. She was ungrateful and asked too many questions. He would have to teach her not to speak unless she was spoken too.

“What took you so long?” He growled when she finally did grace him with her presence. The swimming suit fitted her slender body perfectly. Her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, it was her eyes that caught his attention the most. They were far too big for her tiny doll featured face. In fact, everything about her reminded him of a little pale doll.

Tammy shrugged and sat down next him at the pool's edge. “Sometimes a girl just needs time!”

Dante let out a groan of annoyance. “Time is something we do not have. We only have five days to get to know each other.” His eyes turned to look at hers. “Maybe you should remember that!”

Tammy gave a little chuckle and Dante's expression hardened. “Five days? You can't get to know someone in five days!”

“Do not laugh at my family's traditions. After all, no one forced you to my house yesterday” he hissed. “You came just like all the others did-- to find out who the freaks were!”

Tammy's jaw opened in shock. Okay, she did come to see who lived here but she hadn't thought of them as freaks. She shook her head and folded her arms. Dante rolled his eyes, everything about her screamed child.

“I actually came because I thought I was invited to a 21st birthday” She turned her nose up. “It looks like I was doped.”

It was now Dante's turn to laugh, she really did have a vivid imagination. “21? I am 27.” He tilted his head to the side and the sadness flooded through him. “I was late awakening. My parents had hoped it had missed me completely.”

Tammy looked over at him curious, his tone had softened and he was just staring out at the water. There was that word, the same word her Gran had kept saying. “What had missed you?” The hairs on her arms stood on end. A chill ran through her blood as she remembered everything her Grandmother had said.

“The curse” he shrugged his shoulders and dropped himself into the pool. “You coming?”

Tammy stared at him. “Are you not going to tell me anymore?” Feeling intense disappointment in the pit of her stomach.

“No,” Dante snarled. “Not until I can trust you.” He was about to swim off but froze turning back round to look at Tammy. His tall lean but yet muscular figure commanding every inch of the water. Tammy felt herself swallowing hard, he was very mesmerizing. “I will tell you something...”

Tammy climbed in the pool and swam so she was directly in front him. He had her full attention, one of his masculine fingers ran down her cheek. Tammy gasped as an electric current shot through her and at the gentleness of his touch.

“I am drawn to you” he slowly said, a hint of deep husk to his voice. He gave a slight smile and swam away.

Tammy stood frozen in the pool, what did this all mean? She was starting to get dizzy from his weird mood changes. He was drawn to her.. What did that mean? Tammy had only one choice, she had to gained Dante's trust and then she would know the real reason why she was here with this perfect dark and dangerous stranger.

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I am dreading my lecture today, it's been three days since I've last seen Professor Greyson – when he kissed me and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Everytime I close my eyes, I can feel his lips on mine and I've been craving his touch ever since. I have never wanted a man so much and to sit in that room and pretend nothing happened... It rips me apart.

At least I have enough money to see me through Uni. Troy being nice to me was surprising. I actually thought he was going to go ballistic and start telling me I was fat.

I'm really glad I didn't have to ring my father for help. I will just graduate and prove them all wrong. That gives me a little hope that my life isn't going to be dull and lonely.

I make my way down the corridor towards the lecture room. I am dying to see him. Just the anticipation of hearing his voice is sending me into a frenzy. The voice in my head is laughing and saying 'saddo'. Well, maybe I am a saddo, a desperate, fat and still a virgin sado.

Being a virgin has never bothered me til now. Men must find virgins turn offs? Or he saw my arse was the size China. I stop outside the door and take in a deep breath before I enter.

I feel giddy and really excited, I know he isn't mine. He will never be mine... I can see that now. It was nice to live out my fantasies, he made me feel special for about a minute.

This is his job and I won't get in the way of it. Somewhere out there is the male version of me. Fat, lacks sex appeal and can't keep his tongue in his mouth. He's out there and he is waiting for me and his name will be Eric! Yeah, I will get my Eric....

Eric is soon forgotten as I look over at the old lady, dressed in a tweed suit, her face like stone and scowling at every student that enters. Where is Professor Greyson? Her evil eyes turn to me, she actually looks like a witch. God, she's scary.

“Well, ” she huffs, turning her nose up. “Take a seat....”

“Where is Professor Greyson?” I ask showing I'm not scared of her. I have spent my whole life dealing with my mother, the old woman is nothing.

“He quit and I'm taking over.” She points one of her bony fingers at a chair. “Now, sit!”

I feel all the color drain from my face.. He quit? Why? ME? I can't take a seat, knowing I might be the reason he has left his job. I need to see him.

I turn on my heel and race out of the classroom. I don't understand, his work is important to him. I am riddled with guilt.. I knew I shouldn't of gone away with Troy. That's my big problem, I never think and I always end up messing things up.

I exit the campas and head straight to his place. I must look like a crazy person running down the street at top pace, dodging people and also tripping over some. A few I notice are pointing at me, I can just imagine what they are thinking 'run, fat girl, run'. I don't care, for the first time in my life I don't care what people think of me.

I will not stop until I get to his, make him see sense and drag him back to Uni to get his bloody job back. What must he be thinking?

I get to his apartment complex and run to his front door. My fist starts beating the shit out of it and I am panting, my heart is racing and I actually believe I am going to pass out. Another thing that doesn't agree with me.... Exercise!!

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The lecture room is empty and seems sort of spooky without it filled with students. I walk over to Professor Greyson's desk expecting my notebook to be there, but it isn't. I drop on all fours and start looking underneath, still not there. I sit back on my heels and let out a big sigh. Where else could it be?

“You looking for this?” A voice comes out of nowhere, my eyes move towards the door and Professor Greyson is leaning against the door frame. Oh my god, I can feel my tongue hanging out of my mouth. He has now ditched the jacket, his tie is loose around his neck and the shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. Surely I have died and gone to heaven. He is holding up my bright pink notebook and a smile is spread across his kissable mouth.

I'm staring and my cheeks flush bright red. I jump up, trying to restore myself. I'm all flushed and my mouth has gone dry. I just nod while I try to find my voice. Somehow it only takes a few seconds.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I was just going to start the essay on Shakespeare.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Well,” I watch as he turns the pages in my notebook. “Mr Hottie was such a major role in Macbeth!” My jaw drops and he holds up the doodle I've done of him at the back of the book. I am just glad I have written 'MR HOTTIE' in large bubble writing and not his actual name. This is a mortifying moment of my life, he has been looking through my notes.

“Also, I like the way you call Lady Macbeth the crazy hag! Not sure you should use that term in your essay!” He's laughing at me again, what is wrong with him? Does he find my whole existence amusing? “Also,” he carries on, skimming through the pages. “Your description of Romeo is another of my highlights... 'Sad fucker who should get a life'”

I can't believe he has actually read my notes, the shame and he is so blatant about laughing at me. I can't stand here and watch. I stroll over and snatch the book away from him.

“If you have finished laughing at me, Professor Greyson. I have an essay to write..”

I'm just about to leave and for the second time today he stops me. Wow, I actually feel like I'm about to combust. My eyes wander up his strong chest and once again I am hypnotized by his eyes. He is no longer smiling, in fact, the amused look has been replaced by sadness. Shit, I've offended him. He slowly takes his hand off my elbow and steps back a little.

“Laughing?” He rubs his brow and walks over to his desk. “I didn't think I was laughing at you.”

“You've done it twice today” I reply, I hug my notebook against my chest. I have to keep a firm grip of it, I can't risk losing it again. “Well, three...”

“Mmm,” he tilts his head to the side. “Well, I didn't mean to. Have you eaten?” I narrow my eyes, seriously, what is up with him? As if he can read my mind, he reply's with. “Look, I'm off to get something to eat. With your lack of funds, I really don't want you staving..”

I raise an eyebrow. “I doubt that would be a problem in my case” I quickly reply, although the comment has seemed to of gone over his head and he is staring at me blankly. I roll my eyes, god, I really have to explain. “Because of my size.”

Professor Greyson is frowning again, but he looks really cute doing it. “Your size?” He shakes his head and grabs his jacket off the back of his chair. “Women do make me laugh..” His mouth drops open and he freezes. “In general is what I meant.” Before I can make a quirky remark he grabs my elbow and leads me from the room. That's three times now today he's touched me. Wow, my first hat trick! I roll my eyes and realize that is the only thing I know about football. Shit, how does my mind work?

“Is this allowed?” The words fall out of my mouth and from the corner of my eye I notice a smile on his face.

“Yes, Lola, I think this is allowed.” He releases my elbow and I find myself just trotting along beside him. Looks like I am having dinner with Professor Greyson!

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