Page 149 of Seeds of Malice
It's brilliant, really. It keeps Ivy guilty and tension between us when I want to use it to my advantage. I get lots of time to do whatever I want with her.
Every morning, I make sure John's out the door by 4:00 or 5:00. Then he gets home almost every night after midnight. He's barely getting any sleep.
Ivy's worried about him, and I keep hinting that I can have my father hire more help if he's incapable of running things. But then she assures me that he is and it's not necessary. Then I reassure her that his job is secure.
My phone dings. I pick it up and look at the screen.
Bobby: Lilly saw you and Ivy on campus. She was practically salivating.
Me: Over Ivy or me?
Bobby: Both of you.
Excitement and warning bells swirl around me.
I can't do it to Ivy.
Yes, I can.
What am I saying?
Stick with the plan.
Bobby: Avery has everything set up at the sorority house tonight.
My gut flips, but I do my best to ignore it.
Me: Good to know. See you later.
I end our chat and start another with Ivy.
Me: Wear a skirt today, my little slut.
Ivy: Which one?
My cock hardens. Every time Ivy asks me what to do, my ego skyrockets. She pleases me beyond my wildest dreams.
Me: The mesh one. Wear the gold thong under it.
Ivy: Isn't that for a bathing suit?
Me: No. And wear the gold sweater. Your tits against that cashmere drive me wild. No bra.
Ivy: Dax, are you sure? It's pretty revealing for school.
Me: Have you looked at what the other girls wear?
A tense moment passes.
Me: Make sure you wear those gold stilettos with them.
Ivy: It'll be hard to wear those shoes and walk around campus.
Me: You did fine in the last pair.
Ivy: But these are six inches.
Me: You have your sorority rush party tonight. We don't have time to come home and change. I want us to grab a bite to eat before it starts. That outfit's perfect.
