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Chapter 10

Samantha tried vainly to focus on the lecture in her first class, but her thoughts were leaping to her next class when she would see Jack. In an effort to focus, she took a sip from the stainless steel travel mug he had given her before class. She was expecting to taste coffee or tea; instead she got a mouthful of decadent white chocolate hot chocolate that was rich and smooth on her tongue. Like everything Jack did it was out of the ordinary and perfectly done, even the temperature of the drink was just hot enough without burning her tongue. She pretended to take notes in between sips, but mostly just made flowery doodles and wrote Jack's name over and over.

When class was at last over, Sam was thrilled to see Jack waiting for her. He was lounging elegantly on a bench in his impractical ivory suit. As she walked over to him he rose to his feet and waited for her to sit down. When he sat down, she reached out and lightly caressed his stunning pale blue silk tie before she could stop herself. He smiled at her as he reached inside his jacket and brought out a silver cigarette case and offered her one before lighting one for himself. Sam wondered if there was anything Jack did that he didn't do with casual elegance and stylish grace as he flicked ashes from the glowing stick.

"Here," Samantha said, handing him the shiny silver mug.

"Empty," he observed as he put the mug beside his briefcase. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Very much, I can still taste it on my tongue."

Jack flung his cigarette away and turned to her. Out of the corner of his eye he scanned to make certain there were no prying eyes as he lowered his mouth to hers and probed her mouth with his tongue. "Mmmh I guess you can still taste it."

"Jack!" she exclaimed. Tom had never teased her the way Jack did. Sometimes he made bad sexual innuendoes, but nothing like Jack's subtle and arousing remarks.

"My Samantha," he sighed and kissed her once more. "So very innocent but so much delightful potential. One day my Samantha-"

"One day what?"

"One day, we'll have to continue this discussion," he kissed her lightly once more and stood up. "Time to be heading to class, the sooner class is over the sooner tonight comes when I can have you all to myself."

Samantha walked with Jack to the building where class was held although he had her walk into the classroom alone and waited a few minutes before entering the room. She took her seat and waited anxiously for Jack. After Jack walked in he started his lecture, despite her growing feelings for him, she found herself drawn into his lecture. He was an excellent instructor even if he was slightly contemptuous of the general student body. Jack handed out a list of required reading and assigned an essay on why they wanted to be a profiler which they were to begin writing immediately.

Momentarily, Samantha lost her concentration as she began her essay. She looked up to see Jack sitting on the desk studying her and also noticed the impressive bulge in his pants. Blushing furiously, Sam felt embarrassed pleasure at his reaction to her and enjoyed the very subtle wink he gave her before he rose and dismissed the class. She gathered her things slowly and reluctantly followed the others out, deciding she shouldn't linger like some of the other students were. Once outside, Sam sat down on a bench and pretended to read as she waited to see if Jack would approach her. Seeing Tom had always been nice enough, but Samantha found herself anxious to see Jack and unable to stop thinking about him.

Jack smiled as he crept up behind Samantha. He knew she would be waiting for him, so he took a back exit and looped around. For several moments he had observed her quietly enjoying her pretense of reading as she searched for him. His Samantha was supposed to marry another man, but he wouldn't rest until she was his. Women had always been pleasant distractions for him and nothing more; but from the moment he saw her, he wanted to make her his in every way possible. The glint of Tom's engagement ring caught his attention with distaste and he mentally replaced it with the more fitting ring he would place on Samantha's finger.

Despite her extreme innocence, there was a lot of potential that burned brightly within her wide blue eyes. Not merely potential as a lover, though he was quite pleased by her responsiveness. Cultured and introverted, she had no more use for the clowns and fools that surrounded them, than he did. From the first moment, Jack had marked Samantha a kindred spirit, but now he saw she would be a soulmate and they would complete one another. She would need patience and gentle teaching to fully blossom and understand her power and superiority. But in time, Jack had no doubt he could open her up to her darker nature, seeing her kill and killing with her would be as exciting as making love to her. A shiver of anticipation ran thorough Jack as he imagined combining the two acts and caressing her intimately as they created death.

Bending down, he kissed her neck and whispered, "I thought I would lose my mind being so close to you and not being able to touch you."

Samantha jumped in surprise and shyly agreed, "I feel the same way."

Pleased by her response, Jack leapt over the back of the bench to sit beside her, disregarding his elegant suit. He raised his hand and caressed her face with the back of his hand, then smiled as she turned her head and kissed his fingertips. "What are you doing until tonight?"

"Well I thought I might finish my essay for a certain handsome instructor," she teased.

"I think he won't mind if you skip it."

"Probably going to grab some lunch and go shopping." Softly she added, "I wore my best dress last night and need to get something for tonight."

Jack found her candor endearing and a plan formed in his head as he suggested, "Why don't I take you to lunch and then I could take you shopping?"

"Tom hates shopping," she replied thinking of his whining because she actually tried on a pair of jeans before buying them.

Jack grabbed her left hand, pulled off her engagement ring and put in her right palm. He took her now naked ring finger into his mouth and sucked on it, wickedly teasing her with every bit of expertise and experience he had. Once he made her breath quicken and she moaned, he removed his mouth from her hand and gave her a punishing kiss. Finally lifting his mouth from hers, pleased with her shocked expression, he informed her, "I not Tom."

"No, you're not." Samantha trembled and nodded. She looked down at her engagement ring in her right palm, uncertain of what to do with it. Finally she slipped her engagement ring onto her right hand, her left still tingling from Jack's mouth. "I need to stop at my room and get my checkbook and purse."

Jack stood and offered her his arm. Samantha took it as she rose and clung to him to steady herself. What exactly was going to happen with Jack, she wasn't certain, but she was certain life would never be the same again. Looking at Jack as she walked beside him, Samantha found herself wondering if she could ever go through with marrying Tom. In less than two days, Jack had turned her world upside down and instead of resenting it, she found herself craving more. Catching Samantha's gaze, Jack stopped and kissed her gently, then held her tightly against his chest.

"My Samantha," he sighed as she melted against him.

His Samantha, she thought contentedly...