Chapter 4

As soon as she started filing I realized my mistake. She was wearing a sun dress, as we'd had a couple of unseasonably hot days, and it showed off her tan legs to great advantage. I found my eyes trailing from her strappy, little high-heeled sandals up her beautiful, bronzed legs, then continuing to gaze up as those legs disappeared into the flouncy skirt of her dress. I couldn't help but wonder what she was wearing under it.

Unbidden, images of…

[EDITED] SEE NOTE IN CHAPTER 2

…concentrate on my paperwork, but to no avail. I found myself reading the same paragraph over and over, and wondering if I could get to the bathroom to deal with my problem without it being too obvious.

I tried to ignore her, but I found that I kept staring at her like I'd never seen a pair of legs, or a great ass. Oh, and what a great ass it was. What was happening to me? I was always in control of myself, my impulses. She was a student, and since she was a junior I'm sure she was legal, but she was still young. This was wrong on so many levels I couldn't even fathom how I'd gotten to this juncture.

Maybe I just needed to get laid? I thought back to my last "date," and realized it had been just over a month since I'd gone out with Ginger. I had gone to a faculty function and brought her along. We met in a book store, and although she had a porn star's name, she was surprisingly intelligent. She was lovely company, and the sex was adequate, but nothing revelatory, and certainly not worth a second call. No reason to change my lifestyle at all.

I thought of Felicia. Felicia was not a romantic interest. She was a friend. A . . . what do the kids say these days? A friend with benefits? Felicia was a no-strings-attached kind of woman. In fact, I'd have to say she was very much like me in that regard. I decided to call Felicia later that night. Yes. That's what I would do.

I yanked the rubber band out of my hair and ran my hand through it, tearing through a couple of knots and hoping the pain would snap me out of my fantasies. I was willing myself to concentrate. I looked down at my work, but made the mistake of flicking my gaze to my filing cabinet. Sookie was squatting down, trying to stuff some papers in a file, and then she sort of popped partially back up, so she was still bending over the drawer, but her legs were completely straight.

Dear God. All thoughts of Felicia fled my brain. I felt…[EDITED] SEE NOTE IN CHAPTER 2 …had to be doing this on purpose. No one could be that naïve about their own appeal, could they?

Before I knew it, I was out of my seat and halfway to her. Then she stood and stretched, lifting her dress just a little higher, exposing just that much more leg to me. Fuck. Her neck was red and flushed, and several strands of hair had escaped her makeshift bun and were sticking to her neck. I wanted to lick and nibble, and bite her neck.

A small part of my brain, a very small part, screamed at me to sit back down. This is wrong! This is so very, very wrong! The larger part seemed to be taking the side of my body, and was cheering. Do it. Take her. Okay, I'll admit. Maybe it wasn't my brain. Maybe I was letting my little head do the talking. Whatever it was, every fiber of my being was screaming to touch her, to taste her.

Before I knew it I was behind her and I said, "That was quite a view, Ms. Stackhouse." Then my hand brushed away those damp strands of hair, and I leaned forward, inhaling her intoxicating smell. I felt my mouth water, and my lips part as I prepared to . . . fuck me! I was going to bite her! I had never felt such an urge to mark someone before, and I had to take a step back and regain my composure.

She whirled around, obviously confused. I was leaning against my desk staring at her. I couldn't let her see how off balance she had me. No. This was going to stop. There were strict, strict rules about exactly this! Then she looked at me, and I swear to God she fucked me with her eyes. I saw her gaze travel from my hair, to my shoulders, then pause on my tattoo. Her eyes got wide, and then she closed them for a moment before opening them again and staring at me like I was something on a menu.

I couldn't help myself. I plastered on my trademark smirk and asked, "See something you like?"