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"How should I--what should I--ripped the collar of her shirt "Should I undress?"

"I don’t know It’s not in the lesson plan" Once the words were out, he wanted to take them back Her lists annoyed the hell out of him, but he didn’t need to belittle her "I’ht I didn’t think to include that" She hurried past hihtstand After she considered the list for athe only reason why a woman should wear a pencil skirt: to show off the perfectly rounded curves of her fine ass

That had to be why it took so long for her cluelessness to register She hadn’t caught his rudeness or his sarcasm Maybe she was one of those book-s too hard on her "If I told you your lesson plans are insulting, ould you do?" he asked quietly

She looked at him over her shoulder with alarmed eyes "Are there parts I should reword? I’d be happy to change things" She turned back to the lesson plan and skihtful pace

The ball of irritation in his chest loosened He couldn’t be annoyed with her when she didn’t understand

She worried the inside of her lip and tapped her fingers on the table with increasing speed before sending hi other than Performance Review? I hope you knohen I wrote that, Iwith your performance Even if there were, I wouldn’t know I’e--"

Before she could work herself into another panic attack, he said, "It was just a hypothetical question Forget about it"

She seemed confused for a second, but she blinked the look away and released a relieved breath "Oh, okay" After adjusting her glasses, she turned back to her papers and neatly wrote Stella’s in front of each iteration of Performance Review

That was a good re with Stella’s perfor this as the fulfillment of secret fantasies like his other clients did? He needed to take his own advice and stop thinking

When she flipped to the second page in the pile, he shrugged out of his jacket, draped it over the ar the tails free, he sat on the bed next to Stella She snuck a quick glance at hiaze dropped to the portion of skin revealed by his open shirt The pen paused in midscrawl, clattered to the tabletop

He smiled with satisfaction Not so clinical now

She squared her shoulders before she lifted her hands to her collar Buttons ca pace, and white fabric fluttered to the floor, followed by her gray skirt The set of her jaas determined as she let him look at her And look he did

He usually preferred wohs He liked their softness, the way they filled his hands That was not Stella Everything about her wasonly a flesh-toned bra and panties, her petite body was coant shoulders and arently curved hips, and shapely legs with delicate ankles She wasn’t what he’d thought he’d alanted, but she was perfect

"Take your bra off" His voice caher than he intended, but he couldn’t help it He was dying to see the rest of her She ether, but he had

Down at her sides, her hands fisted "Is that necessary? They’re not my best feature They’re small"

"Yes, it’s necessary Men like to see them even when they’re sriue with him When she reached behind herself and slid her bra off, he caught his breath

Then he bit his lip as he grinned Stella didn’t seem to know it, but she had the kind of nipples ave way to extravagantly protruding tips that--no question about it--had to stay pointed 24/7, hot or cold, rain or shine Stella Lane, conservative economist, had porn star nipples And he wanted them in his mouth

"What now?" she asked in a near whisper

He slipped his shirt off and tossed it on the far side of the bed "I think you get to check a box"