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"Remember, we’ve all recommended these people as potential allies. It's important that we gain their support, even though they have no idea what we’re planning."
She nods, her eyes determined yet cautious. “Got it. So charming and demure.”
Smiling down at her, I nod. “Exactly.”
We enter a room bustling with activity, professors and students mingling together. I guide Scarlet toward our first contact, Professor James Langley. I've known him for years, and he's always been open-minded and supportive. Feeling I can trust him to be an asset to our cause, we pause next to him, full of smiles.
"James, this is Scarlet," I introduce them, my grip tightening slightly on Scarlet's hand. "Scarlet, meet James, one of the foremost experts in ancient history here at the university."
"Nice to meet you, Scarlet," James says warmly, extending his hand. "Miles has told me so much about you in our lunchtime chats.”
"Likewise," Scarlet smiles, shaking James's hand with confidence at the lie. I’ve never mentioned him before now, but I haven’t been able to keep my mouth shut about the woman on my arm. She is spectacular.
Acutely aware of how she feels being here, knowing Trilling might show up must be nerve-wracking for her, but she is taking it in her stride.
As we continue to move through the room, I watch Scarlet interact with the various individuals we've deemed potentially valuable to our cause. New characters are introduced – Dr. Henry Foster, an anthropologist; Lucus Green, a young political science student; and several others who might be swayed by Scarlet's undeniable power.
Keeping a close eye on her, watching her like a hawk, even though I know she can handle herself, I'll do everything in my power to ensure her safety and success.
"This reminds me of the last time I visited you here," Scarlet murmurs in my ear, her breath warm and inviting. My heart races at the sound of her voice, but I know now isn't the time for that.
"Mm," I whisper back, squeezing her hand gently. "Naughty girl."
She giggles, which does nothing to quell the burning desire in me.
Just as quickly, she's tugged to the side to meet someone else.
Returning my attention to the crowd of people, continuing to make the rounds with Scarlet, something suddenly seems off about the room, though I can't quite figure out what it is. Taking a deep breath, I shake the feeling away, but it lingers, and then I see we are being watched closely.
"Scarlet," I murmur. "Be ready. Trilling is here."
Her whole body instantly tightens, her eyes darting around faster than they have all night. Her hands tighten briefly as she glances around our vicinity until she spots him.
"Let me do this alone, okay?"
"No."
"Miles," she purrs. "I've got this."
Growling as she pulls away from me, I watch as she marches up to Trilling, who gives her a cool glare. Desperate to barge over and find out what they're talking about, I'm relieved when he smiles and then chuckles softly, placing his hand lightly on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze. She lowers her gaze coyly and then leans in for a double-air kiss, which I'm guessing means the air is cleared between them.
Scarlet returns to me moments later and breathes out. "That went better than I expected. He doesn't blame me at all for ruining his party. In fact, he's gone out of his way to make it known that I'm innocent. My business might survive this after all."
"Good," I murmur, wondering if I can trust Trilling. Scarlet seems to, but she is sweet and caring; she sees the best in everyone.
"Scarlet," I whisper, my need for her getting the better of me now that we're alone. My fingers brush against her arm after the confrontation. Grabbing her hand lightly, I lead her out of the room and toward my empty lecture hall, the echo of her heels clacking as she walks with me.
"Are you being naughty?" she whispers.
"Yes."
Drinking in the sight of her, her beautiful body bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, I turn her around so she is facing my desk.
"Bend over," I growl, my desire coursing through me at finally having her all to myself.
Scarlet obeys, lifting her dress around her hips, showing me she is going commando. Her perfect ass is exposed to me as she grips the wooden desk.
My fingers trail over her ass cheek before teasing her hot, wet entrance and pressing gently inside. She gasps, her body tensing as I slide out and into her rear hole, stretching her and preparing her for what's to come.
