Page 33 of Motivating Mira
You thought right. But now I need a whole lot more.
Seven
Wes
Mira was stunned when I wrapped my arms around her for the second time today. I felt it in her hesitation, but then she relaxed almost instantly, leaning into me. The hug was nice—nice enough to wake up my cock, and nice enough to make me ignore it.
I was attracted to her, no doubt about it, but it had always been more. And I’d never been surer of that. Here I was in Rawhide’s lobby, a Dungeon closer to me than one had been in months, and I didn’t care about playing—not if this woman was willing to spend time with me.
“Do you have a preference?” I asked pointing between the booth and the chair.
She pointed at the booth, and I moved aside to let her get to it. Her smile widened and she sat.
“Thank you. You’re a gentleman, Dr. Wes. That’s catnip for the ladies.”
“Honestly, I only want to be catnip to one.” The words came out before I even realized I’d said them aloud, but I didn’t take them back. Why would I? They were true, and the shy smile shegave me was worth showing my vulnerability a hundred times over.
“She’s a lucky girl,” Mira said coyly, and I shook my head, grinning ear to ear.
“So, what are we drinking, lucky?” I winked as a server set two menus down and looked at Mira expectantly.
“Hey, Mira,” the server said, gazing at her in a way that made me feel for the guy.
“Hi, Silas.” She glanced at him, smiled politely and then picked up the menu.
“You finished your creative writing assignment for Professor Dalton? Because you don’t want to piss him off like you did Stahlbaum. I was in the next class when she held you back.” He winced. “Sounded rough.”
Mira winced too. “Uh, thanks for reminding me, but it was a while ago now.”
“Sorry, but I hear Professor Dalton hands out three by fives like candy. Don’t want you to end up in trouble again.”
Mira’s face flushed pink, and she looked uncomfortably at me. “Silas, I can take care of myself and I’m sort of…” She pointed at me, and I held up a hand in greeting.
“Oh, right. Uh, shoot. What can I get you?” He pulled a pen out from behind his ear and a pad out of the pocket of his colorful apron.
“I’ll have…” Mira paused licking her lips, still looking anxious about Silas’s comments. Silas on the other hand was so focused on her that I thought he might faint. “A shot of tequila, and a margarita please.”
I ordered the same.
“Great, I’ll be back to take your food order in a few minutes,” Silas said cheerfully and left us.
“What’s a three by five and have you finished your assignment, young lady?”
She looked mortified by my question and admittedly that excited me.
“I was a very good tutor once, remember? I teach but also assist with motivation.”
Her cheeks burned red, but she boldly held my stare. “Three by fives are those recipe cards.”
I chuckled. “And? Does this professor hand out family recipes?”
She sighed. “No. The professors hand them out when you screw up, and you take them to the disciplinarian. It’s basically an appointment card for punishment. And as for my assignment…” She looked as if she were considering my question but then she blurted. “That’s none of your business, Doctor.” She swiftly changed the subject then by pointing out that I didn’t look like the margarita type.
I had unnerved her, and it thrilled me. It also made my pants uncomfortably tight.
“Hm?”
“I said, you really don’t look like the margarita type, Doc,” she repeated.
