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ANDREW
Idiot. What the hell did I just do? There was no way this arrangement could work. She was too much of a temptress. And the craziest part of it all? She didn’t even know what she was doing to me. Well, she might have had a solid clue after that. That increased her allure, though. I never cared for the dramatic type. Or high-maintenance women, as they usually proudly proclaimed themselves. But apparently the quiet, intelligent, humble young ladies tripped my trigger just fine.
And let’s sit with the word young for a moment.
Young as in twenty years younger than me. Young as in born my sophomore year of college, for Christ’s sake. While I shifted around in my chair, trying to regain normal circulation to my dick and balls, I made a decision. I’d have to find a loophole that would end this internship without hurting her chances in the master’s program. I probably couldn’t do much about the tuition grant that came along with the internship, but she lived in Brentwood. Her folks couldn’t be hurting too bad financially.
I chanced another look over at the siren. Her glazed-over stare gave away that she was struggling with what had just happened too, but I assumed for different reasons altogether. She probably thought I was a lecherous older man after I pulled that unthinkable stunt—wedging my body between the desk and her. If I had thought that through for even five seconds, I would’ve never done it. But instead, I used all my mental strength to act like a domineering animal.
“Maybe we should go to the library today?” Maye suggested quietly.
It wasn’t a bad idea, but what if there were other professors or students there? The campus library was one of the few buildings that stayed open between semesters and was also open for the general public to use.
“I’ve scheduled time for that next week.” I didn’t miss her disappointed reaction, so I added, “That was the soonest I could secure one of the private rooms so we won’t be disturbed.”
“Oh, okay,” she said without looking up. Why did I have such a hard time reading this woman? I kept telling myself it was her age, but that didn’t hold much credibility. I dealt with people her age day in and day out. I was used to the generation’s slang and body language.
The real issue was Maye Farsey wasn’t like most people her age.
She had a quiet reservation about her, while at the same time she radiated a confidence that was like catnip to me. But those two traits were often contradictory, and I was right back to square one of my confusion.
Time to focus on why we were here. Maybe if I overloaded her with work, she’d quit the program on her own, and I wouldn’t have to be the bad guy. Hmm, the idea had potential. I must have been lost in the thought longer than I realized because her next comment caught me off guard.
“What are you smiling about?” She shrugged when I focused on her instead of staying lost in my own mind. “Just curious.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize… I was, just…well, never mind. Getting back to your questions from before, let’s discuss what I’d like you to research on those four websites, and then you can get busy, yes?”
I gave myself a mental pat on the back for reestablishing some boundaries. If I didn’t keep pep-talking myself for staying professional, I’d probably slip up again. I didn’t know the woman well, but I could fairly predict she wouldn’t tolerate too many incidents like the one we just shared.
Without waiting for her to agree or disagree with the plan, I rounded the desk again and leaned over her shoulder. Tapping the first website address, I instructed, “This site is typically the most current. Or at least that has been my experience. If you find an opportunity there, you will likely see it pop up on the others within the week. For some reason, though, this is everyone’s first choice when listing.”
“Sponsors,” she added quietly.
“Pardon?”
“I think it’s because of the number of sponsors they’ve secured. Look at the landing page alone. One, two,” she counted off as she pointed at different ads scattered around the screen. “Sponsors drive traffic to websites.”
“That’s very observant,” I commented. “I think you’re probably right.”
Just one slight nod for the compliment, and then she opened a small notebook she pulled from her bag. With pen in hand, she waited for me to continue explaining what I wanted.
We spoke about her task for a few more minutes before I took my own seat again. I had a long list of unopened emails to tend to while she tapped away on her laptop. We worked in silence for about an hour, and I was thankful she hadn’t caught me staring at her but once. She was very focused on her work, and I on her.
Finally, I excused myself to use the restroom to get some much-needed space between us. The fresh morning air breezing through the open windows mixed with Maye’s subtle perfume, and her scent was crawling all over me like eighteen sets of fingertips. Light and floral, her perfume had me fantasizing about fucking her out in nature somewhere. If I didn’t get some sort of distraction quick, I was in danger of tackling her on our shared desk.
Like a bumbling schoolboy, I nearly tripped over my own feet as I hurried from the office and out into the hall. I got about halfway down the corridor when my nosy hallway neighbor, Ms. Donnio, popped her head out of her office.
“Ooooh, hello, Andrew. I was hoping it was you out here. On a break?” She smiled coyly, and any arousal troubling me from my intern vanished immediately.
“No, on an errand at the moment. Can’t chat now,” I said hurriedly and never stopped walking. My goal was the stairwell door at the end of the corridor, and I focused on it while shouting back over my shoulder.
“Want some company?” the clueless woman offered as she rushed toward me.
I stopped and pivoted on her. Damn, the woman could hustle for the heel height she was sporting. In that brief pause it took me to think that random thought, she closed the remaining distance between us.
“Really, Ms. Donnio, I’m just running across campus. I’m sure you’d rather…”
She grabbed my forearm with an impressive grip and said, “Don’t be silly, Andrew. I’d love to come along.”
