Page 5 of Lessons in Touch

I take a sip of my coffee before I reply.

“My campaign is fine. I’m supposed to meet with my advisor in a few weeks. He really thinks I have a good chance at running for Senate. But it’s not that. I read Rose Devereaux’s admission essay today. I’m taking her on as a private mentee. She’s… promising.”

Elliot raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Promising, huh? Is that code for ‘she’s gorgeous’? Don’t tell me the great Gabriel Thorn is smitten.”

“She’s intelligent, Elliot. Her essay shows depth. Wolfswood will shape her, and I’ll guide her. That’s all.”

“Sure, Gabriel. Just don’t get too cozy in those private lessons. You’re charming, but she’s a Devereaux. Trouble follows that name.”

I nod. His words remind me of the stakes.

“I’ll manage. She’s here to learn finance, etiquette, and the Devereaux businesses. I’m her professor, nothing more.”

Elliot snorts and grabs his fork. “Keep telling yourself that. But I know you, Gabriel. You don’t mentor unless you’re invested.”

My thoughts drift to Rose.

After lunch, I walk Wolfswood’s halls, heading to my private apartment here on campus, to rest a little before I have to return to work. I pass the student registry, and I spot her name—Rose Devereaux. My chest tightens, and I feel a possessive instinct rising in me.

“Mine to shape,” I whisper to the empty corridor. “Carefully.”

***

In the evening, I make my way to a small café on campus. Order something for dinner, open a book, but can’t concentrate on reading it. My mind is fully focused on Rose. I picture her here, those light blue eyes meeting mine, her chestnut hair catching the candlelight.

I imagine how she kneels before me, poised and eager, and her lips part at my command. “Please me, Rose,” I fantasize saying, and she obeys. My cock hardens, straining against mytrousers. The thought of her pussy, wet and ready is driving me wild.

The waitress, a young woman with a shy smile, approaches my table to refill my coffee. Her name tag reads Meg. I catch her eye, and I can see the way she is scanning my face, biting her lower lip, angling her body toward me.

“Meg, you’re working late,” I say, addressing her by name, to create intimacy between us.

She blushes, hesitating, then nods, unsure of what to make of our interaction.

“What do you mean, Mr. Thorn?”

“Meg, you’re stealing the show tonight. Is it just coffee you’re serving, or something sweeter?”

She giggles, and her cheeks flush brighter.

“Professor Thorn, are you always this bold?”

I tilt my head and allow my eyes to dance over her body.

“Only when I see someone worth charming. Are you tempted? I see that you already know my name, Meg.”

Her smile widens. She’s shy but eager.

“Everyone on campus knows who you are, Professor Thorn. Especially us, girls…”

She is definitely flirting with me now, which pleases me a lot. All I have to do now is reach for her, and she will, no doubt, agree to be with me.

“Is that so, Meg? And are all the girls as pretty as you?”

She laughs, enjoying my compliment. Then she leans over the table to grab the dirty coffee cup. It’s clear she’s showing off her full breasts. They are nearly spilling out of her tight waitress uniform. And I just know that she wants my attention.

Confidently, I reach out and cup one of her breasts with my hand. I find the hard nipple easily and roll it in my fingers through her mustard-colored uniform. To my surprise, she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she leans her breasts into my hand.I watch as she lifts my fingers to her mouth and starts sucking them. It’s making my cock throb.

“Hmm… You’re such a dirty girl, Meg…”