Twelve-Day Lover (Thirtyish And Single) - Page 29

She had made her desire for him obvious from the first day of the semester, and she had kept trying to flirt with him in spite of Julian already rejecting her overtures in front of her classmates, and several times at that.

Julian would have sued her if it had been an option, but not only was Helder Meer one of the few universities that conditionally allowed relationships between faculty and students, but it also happened that Claudette's uncle was a good friend and a former mentor. He had hoped it would not come to this, but since it had...

"You have no reason for coming here, Ms. Richmonde."

"Don't I?"

No, you fucking don't. That was what he had been about to say when his phone vibrated in his hand, and he saw a text message come in from Fleur.

Fleur: i wanna hear everything she says

"What the fuck?"

Claudette laughed. "It's not like you to play coy, professor...but I like it."

Julian briefly considered telling Claudette his WTF had nothing to do with her but eventually decided against it. No point saying what he could not yet explain, and that was how in the fucking world did Fleur know about the other girl?

When Julian headed for his desk, Claudette moved to follow, but the girl halted soon enough in her tracks when she saw the hard look directed her way.

Julian pointed to the couch. "You can sit there."

"Will you be joining me?" Claudette asked daringly.

"If you'd rather not, then you're free to get the fuck out of my office."

Claudette's lips tightened, but she told herself that this would only make her conquest of the professor all the sweeter to savor. And she would get him.

There was no man she had desired that she had not eventually ensnared, and while she always ended up discarding them later on, Claudette knew it would be different with the professor.

Julian Alexeyev had everything she wanted in a man: looks, wealth, and power, and the fact that he also oozed of sex appeal was the cherry on the top she hoped to suck on all the way down the aisle. Professor Julian, she definitely intended to keep, along with his billions, and no way would she let an almost-MILF whose boobs were too big to be real ruin her plans.

The reminder of that photo of the professor allegedly buying a pack of sanitary pads for a grossly older woman made Claudette privately fume. Fleur de Konigh might be some posh European heiress, but so what? Fleur was an old hag while Claudette was young!

There was no way the professor would choose someone way, way, way past her prime over a youthful beauty like her.

Duh!

While Claudette entertained herself with listing down the many ways she was better than the professor's rumored lover, said old hag had the most mischievous smile on her lips as her gaze finally met a pair of stunned gold eyes.

Surprise, Fleur mouthed from her hiding place under Julian's thankfully huge desk.

Julian could not believe what he was seeing.

Fleur!

Here!

NAKED!

Claudette frowned when she saw Julian practically collapse in his seat. "Professor? Are you—-"

"I need a moment," Julian cut Claudette off without even looking her way, and thus missed Claudette's cheeks flushing with a mixture of humiliation and resentment. And even if he had, he wouldn't have given a damn.

Julian had long made his disinterest plain to his student in both words and actions, in private and in public, and numerous times at that. He didn't give a damn about her, never had, never would. The only woman who mattered to him was his beautiful and exquisitely troublesome Fleur, who was now this close to driving him out of his mind with lust.

Because she was so perfectly petite, his little flower was able to kneel without the top of her head hitting the desk, and just seeing her there, naked and under his desk, and more importantly, so perfectly positioned for him to feed her with his cock—-

FUUUUUCK.

If only he could do that, dammit.

But before anything else, he needed her to answer an all-important question.

Fleur's eyes widened when she saw her phone light up with a text message.

Julian: ARE YOU USING A TAMPON RIGHT NOW?

The capitalization was what did it for Fleur, and although she tried to cover her mouth as quickly as she could, the faintest chortle still managed to make it past her lips, and she nearly keeled over when the sound forced Julian to fake a cough.

"Sorry about that," Julian made himself apologize when he saw Claudette look up with a frown. "I think I might be coming down on something."

"Is that so?"

Julian was bemused at the way Claudette was suddenly licking her lips.

"If you're coming down with something, professor, I think I've read somewhere that having someone go down on you could help make you feel better."

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