5
Logan
I was prepared to say anything to get her into my apartment. Even though the thought unsettled me.
She was a student after all, one month left or not, she was a student. And I was a professor. Having her in my apartment was a leap for both her and me. But for me, I could probably buy my way out of a sticky situation and throw my obvious weight around. For her, she would be frowned at as a student and nearly forgotten for all her hard work.
It was a tough choice to make an I argued with Jake about it all day.
“No one would find out. Whatever happens would be in our houses. Or the office…” he was already getting ideas.
“Still.”
“Since when do you even care about this?”
He was right, and I thought about it all day. Problem was, I didn’t care only about her body or the sex I was dying to have with her. There was something else…
We sent her off with Dan, our driver, and met her back at my penthouse. It was on the top floor of a building we developed a long time ago, when we thought we could dabble in real estate. It didn’t go too well.
I drove over with Jake, so we were already there moments before she arrived.
“Fuck man, she looks hot tonight.” Jake helped himself to the bar and poured us some scotch.
“Yeah, I know. And she doesn’t try. That’s what does it.” I downed the glass and poured another.
“We’re in for it. And she didn’t take the buyout. Now what?”
Our whole idea was to just buy her out and then show up days later with a different kind of proposition, but I didn’t even have to know her well to know that she wouldn’t take that offer. She was smart, and knows a good opportunity when she sees one. She wants to learn, and we are keen to teach her.
“Now, we mentor her. Do our jobs.” I shrugged, like it would be that easy.
“Right.” He shook his head and frowned.
“You get so irrational when you want sex.” I said.
Leaning on the bar, he shook his head again.
“Not always. Just when women look like Madeline, what am I supposed to do?” He waved his hand.
“You’re a pig.”
Just then there was a knock at my door. It could only be her. When I swung the door open and invited her it, I got a sense of her belonging here. Even though my fears of a student in my place came back. Perhaps we should have met at Jake’s…no, he lives too far in the suburbs.
“Hello again. Drink?” I asked her.
She nodded, “Please.”
We moved over to the living room. My furniture was simple, dark, and elegant. The living room overlooked the view I had of the city. Even though the view of Madeline was much better, especially on my couch.
She sat in the love seat, and I sat next to Jake on the couch opposite her. She gazed at both of us, and it was pretty obvious we were thinking the same thing. What would it be like? The three of us, together. I was dying to know, and I was swelling at the thought. Her skin, fresh and creamy slightly exposed in her dress. And her legs, so smooth and tan. She was effortlessly beautiful.
“We have an agreement for you to look over, and some documents. Since the mentorship program is through the school, everything has to be tracked.” I finally stood up and got to business. I could only stare at her for so long.
I still felt her though. Looking at me, and looking at Jake. She wouldn’t be hard to convince, the thought was already in her head, and we would just have to press it forward. I found the papers in my briefcase and handed them to her.
“Thank you.” She stared into my eyes, and it was unnerving. The only people that look me in the eye are our board members when the stock goes down, or Jana when I’ve annoyed her in some way.
We sat again and she looked over the documents.
“How much time will I get with you both?” She asked, and we were both so far in the gutter we about choked on our drinks. Then realized it wasn’t what she meant.
The look she gave; as she bit her lips softly and blinked warily, told me she thought the same thing.
“Uhm, it depends on your schedule.” Jake answered.
I set my glass down and leaned back. He tilted one arm over the couch as he traced his lips. It was his thinking face, but also his ‘I want you’ face. He was a simple guy.
“I have afternoon classes. But I work in the mornings, so I’m not usually free until around four.” She answered, and I nearly heard the gears ticking in Jake’s head.
“So, evenings then?” He asked. The swell of her throat bobbed as she swallowed, I could follow those ridges with my tongue all day.
She looked to both of us, that dark look in her eyes. She was as turned on as us. It made the room swelteringly hot. Perhaps this was all in my head. It had been so long, after all, since I had sex. A few weeks at most, and that was a lot for me.
No one had done it for me in a while. But Madeline…she was pressing every button I had and I was lit up like an arcade for her. It was hard enough keeping my cock at bay.
“Yes, I suppose that would work.” She sat up straight and crossed her legs. She looked so prim and proper, but I knew she had a darker side. A wild side.
“We close the office around five. So, you can come then.”
“Okay.” She smiled softly.
Jake helped himself to another drink. I was starting to think he was trying to give himself whisky dick, hell, we both needed something to keep us from pouncing.
“We usually have a few interns in the office, but it didn’t work out like that this year. You’ll have the office to yourself for your work.” I said.
“What kind of work will I be doing?”
Was she sounding like that on purpose? All sultry and even with her voice. Something told me it was just her voice; going right to my cock.
“Uh, different types. All relating to business of course. You can sit in on certain meetings, and once we get your startup off the ground, you will be a lot more involved in that.” Jake answered this time.
“How long will it be?”
It was like I had never thought of it before when the question was posed. It would end eventually, and then we were supposed to part ways and go about our lives. We would have always been her mentors, but why was the thought of not being around her so daunting?
“Hard to say.” I shrugged. She stifled a grin as she looked at us both. Jake sipped his drink.
“What should I call you both, sir?” Jake spit his drink out and I chuckled softly.
“Um, anything you want.” I answered for him. Though Madeline looked terrified at Jake’s reaction. If it wasn’t obvious before…
“Okay. Sorry.” She giggled a bit. Hmm, what a soft and intoxicating sound. Her laugh.
“For what?” I smiled softly.
“Nothing,” she shook her head. “Nothing.”
She had a few more questions, but they were all formalities. She was very serious about this and eager to learn. Was that a fetish of some sort? Because I couldn’t keep my desire for her at bay. After a little bit more talking, she signed the NDA.
There would be a lot more documents later on, but for now that was it. It just said she couldn’t talk about the arrangement with her start-up. The idea was technically still hers, but we had bought the rights to it.
“What are your plans after graduation?” I asked her. She shrugged.
“I hoped to have my own company by then, but maybe that is wishful thinking. If I could get a good job in my field I would be glad. Most people don’t even get that.”
“That’s true.” Jake answered.
We walked her out, and I innocently shook her hand in goodnight while Jake kissed her cheek. I glared at him. I knew he only did that because of my reservations on her being a student.
Once we said our goodbyes, it was hard watching her go.
“We are in for it, man,” I told Jake back inside.
“I know. And to be her mentor…that would be a lot of wires that shouldn’t get crossed,” Jake added.
“We have to figure it out.”
He agreed.
Because we were not letting her go.