Page 28 of Detention with Daddies

I don’t understand the growing obsession.

I’m waiting for her arrival, and I better get myself in line before she arrives.

But it’s impossible.

What would it feel like to grab handfuls of her ample ass? To cup and trace her soft stomach? To pull those giant tits into my mouth and suck?

How big are her nipples? Small little diamonds or saucers that I’d struggle to fit in my mouth?

Dropping my head into my hand, I groan. I never imagined how riled up, how attracted to her I would become. A slow progression over the last few days that’s left me half hard the entire weekend.

When she shows up, knocking lightly on my cracked door, I’m half in a daze, my hand over my mouth in an attempt to school my expression. I gesture for her to sit with my other hand, needing another moment.

She’s practically glowing, her skin and eyes bright. If she’s lost any sleep, she’s been doing it for something fun.

It takes every bit of my effort not to ogle her in the formfitting button-up blouse that displays her prominent chest and the way it makes her waist look tiny by comparison. Those jeans reach high across her middle, helping the illusion. She certainly knows how to play up her curves.

And her confidence …

I clear my throat. “Good morning, Olivia. You look well.”

The warmth in her smile adds another log to the flame. Rosy lipstick plays with the pink in her cheeks and how pale her skin is. “I am well, Dr. Wright. Are you well?”

I try to smile, but I’m sure it comes off as a grimace by the way her own fades. “It’s been a rough weekend, which apparently is showing.”

“I meant no offense?—”

Cutting her off with a way of my hand, I don’t want her to focus on my misery. “It’s alright, Olivia. Forgive me. It’s not your fault.”

Although it certainly is. She’s haunting me.

“Please, tell me about how your project is going. How your first session went.”

She fills me in on her small progresses—each of her participants have completed their first workout, gone for a walk over the weekend, and filled out a small questionnaire. She even had them submit proof that they went on their walk—using the walking app on their phones and taking a picture of themselves after with a time stamp.

Smart. Creating accountability early on is important for establishing a new routine.

Olivia talks a little bit about their personalities and how much she enjoyed being able to train them on their first day.

“Their labs…weren’t great to start with, but that’s what I expected. I have faith that they’ll improve over the next twelve weeks.” Her green eyes are hopeful, proud, intelligent.

The combination is a bit intoxicating.

“What are your plans for when the twelve weeks are over?” I lean back, trying to let my muscles unknot. Everything in me has been so taut that it’s difficult to relax.

“I would love to keep working with them. If they’re up for it, but I can’t really say. I know twelve weeks is not very long. Six months would be better, but I’m not sure I can get the funding for that long.”

I nod. Maybe I can help her with that. She’s right. Six months would be better. Offer her more comprehensive results. Offer them a better chance for the changes to stick. “We can look into it.”

Theweseems to perk her up, and her gaze softens on me.

“How often do you hold your exercise sessions with the group?”

“Three times a week. We’re meeting later this afternoon.” Her fingers twist together in her lap. Does she think I’m going to correct her? I have been known for it. A tough mentor.

It’s not why I’m asking.

“I would like to sit in and observe.”

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