The Billionaire's Bargain (First Desire: Taming Savannah) Read Free

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their places in the world,” Savannah said loftily, “And besides,
it’s not like I’m paying for school, anyway. I mean, isn’t this
kind of what they get for giving me all those scholarships?”
    “I don’t think that scholarships are meant to
discourage participation in an academic institution,” Gus
countered, “In fact, some people might say that you ought to be
more grateful for the opportunities given to you.”
    “Grateful?” Savannah said, “What for? I
earned my place here just like everyone else and I can do with it
as I damn well please. It’s not like this place is doing anyone any
favors. Oh, sure, they promise us the stars and the moon in the
brochure, but after four years here, what do we actually come away
with? An inflated sense of entitlement and a few tee-shirts with
our school’s initials printed on them? Give me a break. The
educational system is broken, my friend, and you are on the wrong
side of history if you say that this model is going to hold.”
    “Spoken like a true college communist,” Gus
grinned, setting down his red pen, “You know, for such an
extraordinary girl, you certainly do fit very well into certain
college stereotypes. Let me guess... Socialist ideology, for a
start. You probably edit one of the campus literary magazines.
Maybe you’ve had a go at an avant garde performance of a Sophocles
text in a community garden somewhere? And of course, there’s the
lesbian until graduation thing. Any of that sound familiar?”
    “Hardly,” Savannah scoffed, “I’m not a
socialist, I’m an anarcha-feminist. I edit an online journal of
poetry that has nothing at all the do with this ridiculous place.
The text we staged was Euripides, for God’s sake, not Sophocles.
And as far as the lesbianism goes, that’s just absurd.”
    “Not into the ladies, huh?” Gus teased.
    “Quite the contrary, sport,” Savannah said,
“I’m not into any one sex, gender, or persuasion on any given day.
I’m pansexual, my friend. I love who and what I love, without any
qualification. I think that everyone is, if they search far enough
into their souls. But everyone’s so caught up in classifying
themselves that they skip over the most obvious answer.”
    “Which is?”
    “We want what we want. And there’s nothing
wrong with that.”
    Gus trained his eyes on Savannah’s face. Her
wide, anime-character blue eyes stood out against her clear, pale
skin. A slight flush rose in her cheeks as the silence between them
thickened and deepened. She leaned, subtly forward toward him, and
the air in the room seemed to change.
    “And what is it,” Gus murmured, “That you
want?”
    In response, Savannah turned on her heel and
strutted to the door. Gus thought for a strangled moment that she
might leave, but then he heard the lock click. Savannah lowered the
curtain over the one window that peered in the office and turned
back toward the professor. She advanced toward him, savoring the
hunger in his eyes as they took in her firm little tits, and the
barely covered, coveted space between her legs. She made her way
around the desk and placed herself directly in front of Gus.
Leaning back against the desk, she let her hands fall upon his
face. She ran a finger down the strong line of his jaw, sending his
skin afire with goosebumps.
    Loving the effect her touch was having on
him, she decided to see what else she could make this man do.
Savannah let her hands trace down the length of Gus’s torso,
beginning with his broad shoulders, then down the buttoned-up plane
of his chest. The professor did his best to remain cool-headed in
the face of his student’s advances, but it was useless. He knew
that giving in to her charms could put his career in jeopardy, but
with those hands, and those hips, and that succulent little pussy
waiting for him beyond the thin veil of her shorts, what on Earth
was he supposed to do? Savannah’s fingers reached the band of Gus’s
belt and she let out a small