Page 123 of They Are Mine

Or… God forbid… wear one of those ugly woven belts.

I need to do my research.

Step one, get his address.

Step two, find out if he’s worthy.

And then?

Then the work begins.

Maybe Orion knows him.

He works here. Surely he’s seen him.

By the end of class, I swear I’m giddy with excitement.

Whoever said love at first sight was bullshit was full of shit.

Three times now.

And I just know he’s feeling it too.

The night is as magical as ever with Noah and Orion.

They are perfect. So mine.

But I don’t mention Elliot.

Not yet.

Not because I’m hiding anything, because I don’t lie to my men. Never.

But because men are so sensitive about these things. Their tender egos don’t need to know every single time someone catches my eye.

It’s a kindness.

To let them settle before introducing someone new.

And besides…

I don’t even know if Elliot is a keeper.

Yet.

Soon.

Because I need more.

More details.

More insight.

More of him.

So, before work, I adjust my routine.

I drive to campus and park somewhere with a good view of the faculty lot.

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