I could see the battle in her eyes, and I knew exactly what she was warring with. Just like it had been from the moment that I walked into the pro shop and she looked at me for the first time, desire and heat flared in her eyes. Abigail was trying to decide whether she should suck my finger into her mouth or not. If she did, I would have the answer I needed. But I could see she was confused.

How could she not be?

I left her without an explanation. But damn, I hoped her answer to the question I was about to ask her would be yes.

“I didn’t pay your tuition for any other reason than I think you are a remarkable young woman and you deserve the best.” I spoke slowly because I needed to make sure that she understood what I was about to say to her. “I’m going to ask you a question, and you need to understand that no matter what your response is, your tuition will continue to be paid. There are no conditions on it. Do you understand?”

My finger was still on her lips, so she nodded her understanding.

“But I do need a response. Do you understand that?”

She nodded again. She was such a good little girl.

“I’m going to be very honest with you, Abigail. I wasn’t called away on business the other day.” Her eyes widened in confusion. “I needed to leave because I found myself growing a little too attached to you. That has never happened to me before and I didn’t know what to do with those feelings. So I left. But then I realized that I couldn’t keep myself away from you. Not without knowing the answer to one thing.” I moved my finger away from her mouth, but still she was silent. “I don’t want you to answer right now. In fact, I want you to walk into that building right there.” I pointed past her to the faculty of fine arts building behind her. “When I’m done asking you the question, I want you to walk upstairs and to the room 254. Do you understand?”

“Yes, D—” She caught herself. “Yes,” she answered simply.

I had to work to hide my smirk. “Good. If you feel the same way, and your answer is yes, I want you to enter room 254, open the bag there and follow the instructions. If your answer is no, you must continue walking past room 254 and carry on with your life. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” I dipped my head and took a breath, feeling far more like one of the grubby college students walking all around us than a forty-five-year-old successful businessman who had enough money to buy and sell any one of them. “Abigail, my time with you, although short, was life changing for me. I’ve built my business on making logical, well-thought-out decisions based on fact and research. But I’ve also followed my instincts a lot, too. With you, my instinct is to grab you, hold you and keep you close forever. Because, as inexplicable as it sounds, I believe I’m falling in love with you, Abigail.”

Her eyes widened and she blinked quickly, but still didn’t speak.

“I want to be with you and not just for a weekend. Move in with me, go to school, grow and be successful in your career of choice. I know it’s all happening very quickly, but I’m a man of decision and when I know something, I know it. So, my offer is this. I want you, Abigail. Forever. You can spend your days studying, and your nights in my bed with my cock buried deep inside your pussy, because that is where I’m certain it belongs. Always.” I took another deep breath and ran my hands up and down both of her arms. “If you feel the same way, and your answer is yes, go to room 254. If your answer is no, I wish you the best.”

And with that, I turned my back to her. It could quite possibly be the last time I saw Abigail, and I was prepared for that. After all, she was a young, twenty-year-old woman, tight and wet, surrounded by boys her own age who could offer…well, I didn’t have any fucking idea what they could offer her that I couldn’t, but I had to be ready for her to say no. I had to prepare myself for the eventuality that she would not be in room 254 when I went up there.

I stood and I waited.

After a moment, I could hear her as she turned around and walked toward the building, but still I did not turn around. I would wait twenty minutes. And then I would know for better or for worse, how Abigail truly felt.

* * *

I waited twenty minutes, and then another ten.

I’d never been so nervous in my life, which was ridiculous because I was never nervous. I’d brokered multi-million-dollar deals with nerves of steel. But this? This was different.

Abigail Blakely had gotten under my skin in a way that I couldn’t even begin to explain and even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. Just thinking of her with my finger pressed to those perfectly pink, plump lips had my dick throbbing in my pants.

Fuck.

What if she wasn’t there?

No.

I wouldn’t even think about it until—no, unless—it was a reality.

Finally, I looked at my watch. Thirty minutes had passed since I’d laid my heart out to her. It was time.

Once I turned around, I moved with purpose to facility of fine arts building and up the stairs to the second floor. I didn’t even hesitate when I opened the door. And once I did, my heart stopped.

She was there.

And not only was she there waiting for me. She was wearing the outfit I’d put in the bag for her.

Her back was turned to me when I walked in, but I could tell the moment she heard me enter. Her back actually relaxed, as if she’d been standing in wait, tense that I wouldn’t show.

But how could I not?

She was perfect.

And standing there, wearing the outfit I’d laid out for her. A stereotypical schoolgirl, sinfully short skirt with a white blouse tied under her breasts. Her stockings were pulled up and held by garters, with her black high-heel Mary Janes. I didn’t leave instructions, but she’d braided her hair into two long braids on either side of her head.

Perfect.

My little girl was perfect.

“Abigail.”

She turned and I saw how she’d skipped most of the buttons on her shirt, so her cleavage was on delicious display. She was so fucking impressive.

“Yes, Daddy?”

I almost came on the spot.

“Are you…” I hesitated. Also, not like me. Not at all. But this was important. This was Abigail, for fuck’s sakes. I couldn’t screw it up. I needed to know she was not only choosing me now, at this moment, but also everything I was offering. All of it. Always. I nodded briefly and started again. “Are you choosing this? To be with me? To work and achieve all your dreams by day?”

“And by night, Daddy?”

Seriously, I was going to fucking come in my pants.

“And by night,” I said, “to be my little whore. Is that what you’re choosing?”

She stepped toward me, her hips wiggling, her breasts thrust out in front of her, heaving with every breath she took. She stopped in front of me. So close I could smell her excitement. I didn’t even need to check to know her panties were soaked. Fuck, they’d probably been soaked from the moment she saw me on the street waiting for her.

She grinned and her little pink tongue darted out between her lips, but she still didn’t offer an answer.

“Abigail?”

She ducked her head slightly and looked up at me through her eyelashes with those beautiful fucking eyes. “Will everything change if I say yes?”

I didn’t even hesitate. “Sweetheart, everything will begin.”