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Her brows knit together as her head cocks to the side. “What?”
Forging ahead with this absolutely ridiculous idea, I continue. “What you need, Miss Green, is to find a sense of confidence for yourself with some guidance from me. I have a spare room in my house. Come and stay with me, and I will help you.”
“Help me what?” she asks in astonishment.
“Help you with your studies, your time management, and your confidence.”
She lets out a guffaw of a laugh. “You must be out of your mind.”
I must be.
“I won’t charge you rent, so you can save up for your own place. All I ask in return is that you listen to me. Do exactly as I tell you. Let me guide you the way you need, and if you choose to continue with this pregnancy, I’ll make sure your schoolwork doesn’t suffer for it.”
Her jaw is hanging open, her eyes blinking slowly. “I manage a sex club, you know? I am perfectly capable of doing things on my own, and I don’t need a man to tell me what to do.”
Letting my eyes roll, I let out a sigh. “It has nothing to do with me being a man, Miss Green. It has everything to do with me being a…”
My voice trails off with a flat expression on my face. After a moment, she throws her hands up. “A what?”
I take a step toward her. It’s not that I don’t know the word she almost used to describe me—it’s that I want to hear her say it. For reasons, even I don’t understand. This is all new territory for me.
Leaning in, I ask, “You tell me. What exactly were you going to call me last week in class? Someone who gets off on telling others what to do…”
Her mouth closes. I watch the movement in her throat as she swallows. But she doesn’t back away. Her voice is soft as she replies, “I don’t need a Dom, Dr. Goode.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“I’m sure,” she replies, but her tone is weak. “And if I did, it sure as hell wouldn’t be you.”
There’s something about the fire in her eyes that excites me. Her defiance tickles my brain in a way no one ever has before.
Stepping away with my brow in a stern line, I cross my arms. “Suit yourself, Miss Green. But think about it. No strings. No sex. Just an opportunity to scratch my back while I scratch yours.”
“So you admit it then?” she asks, mirroring my stance and jutting her chin out toward me.
“Is that what you want to hear?” I ask.
“Yes. Admit I’m right.”
“You were…close. No one has ever called me a Dom before and it’s not something I do regularly. I don’t get off on telling you what to do. There’s nothing sexual about it. I just enjoy…teaching.”
She makes a noise of interest, something between a humph and a laugh. “Well, I appreciate the offer, Dr. Goode, but being in your class is more than enough for me.”
With a quiet nod, I hand the paper back to her. It takes her a moment before she reaches out to take it.
“I’ll see you Monday, Miss Green.”
Her eyes narrow as if she takes my words as a challenge—which they are. I have a feeling I’ll be seeing Sadie before Monday.
In fact, I’m betting on it.
Seven
Sadie
My stomach is churning as I park at the club, not only because of this not-so-morning sickness but also because I have to do the one thing I’ve been dreading since the double pink lines showed up on that pregnancy test.
And also maybe because I’m still thinking about Lucas’s visit to my house this morning. I meant what I said—I don’t need a Dom. I’ve never been interested in one, and I don’t feel very submissive as it is.
