Controlling the Sorority (The Magic Remote Book 2) by Nadia Nightside
Authors: Nadia Nightside
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Author's Note: All Characters Depicted Herein Are 18 Years Of Age Or Older.
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Controlling the Sorority
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A lyssa, Kappa Phi Theta sorority house president, pushed her thick, rich chestnut locks of hair back from her face, sitting across from chemistry graduate student Rick Brandt at a table in the study on the bottom floor of the sorority house. Rick was having trouble hiding his obvious arousal at her proximity, which was a situation that Alyssa was more than used to at this point in her life.
It was important, when she was trying to schmooze some guy, to overflirt a little. She couldn't just flirt—guys like Rick, chemistry nerds who had never had a date in their lives, wouldn't pick up on that—so she had to be completely obvious.
This meant playing with her hair a lot, smiling and giggling at all his jokes, touching and squeezing his hands at frequent intervals, and letting her platform sandal-heeled foot slide between his brown loafers.
Rick had tried the old tutor's tactic of placing the work in front of the student, so that she would take ownership of it. Alyssa, of course, knew all about this tactic, and knew that ownership of the work was the last thing she wanted. Feeling sly, she slid her hands across the table, letting her watch catch on the paper, and wrapped a few dainty fingers around Rick's wrist. The paper was right back in front of him, now.
“Gee Rick,” said Alyssa, “I really thought you could do this for me. I mean, you're so smart and all. I don't think I would ever learn how to do all this science by myself.”
The study they were in had wonderful acoustics, and Alyssa's melty, velvety voice sang off each board of the wood-trimmed room. For a study, there were not many books—mostly just thick leather couches and the one large table, with several incredibly comfortable high-backed wood chairs.
He blushed. “Well, yes, but—”
Her smile brightened a little, trying to be encouraging. “I know it just comes so naturally to you, this chemistry stuff. I wouldn't ask if I thought you couldn't do it. But if you're saying you can't, then . . .”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No, I can do it. I can do all your homework, easily. I mean, this is only Chemistry 205. I'm a grad student. I could do this stuff in my sleep.”
“Oh, really?”
Alyssa bounced forward and slid her hands all the way over his. She knew the movement had allowed him to see down her tight sweater, straight the sultry line of cleavage between her firm, 36D tits. If he tried to move his eyes somewhere else, the chances of his gaze landing on her terrific bare legs—clad only in a pair of cut-off jean shorts that really were only good for covering her terrific ass—were rather good.
“That makes me so happy, Rick.”
“It's j-just . . .” he was staring openly now. “I'm supposed to be your t-tutor, and you . . .”
“I know! And you'll be a great tutor by showing me how to complete all the work. I'll catch on eventually, I know it!”
Although, she thought, Rick certainly wouldn't. And even if he did catch on to what Alyssa was doing, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from working for her. No one ever had before.
Boys were such easy things for Alyssa. All you had to do was give out a wink here, and a squeeze there, and they'd be putty without her even needing to promise anything. All she needed to offer was the suggestion. They filled in the blanks themselves, better than Alyssa ever could.
“I'm just so glad I have a good friend who's so good at this kind of stuff, Rick.”
He smiled sheepishly. “Well, I mean, it's just . . .”
She leaped on his hesitation. “You are my good friend, right, Rick? That would make me really happy to know. To know that,” she let a finger dangle on top of one incredibly full breast, pretending to consider all of life, all at once, “Like, whenever I need, I have someone I can call on. For a test, or a study buddy, or even in
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Controlling the Sorority
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A lyssa, Kappa Phi Theta sorority house president, pushed her thick, rich chestnut locks of hair back from her face, sitting across from chemistry graduate student Rick Brandt at a table in the study on the bottom floor of the sorority house. Rick was having trouble hiding his obvious arousal at her proximity, which was a situation that Alyssa was more than used to at this point in her life.
It was important, when she was trying to schmooze some guy, to overflirt a little. She couldn't just flirt—guys like Rick, chemistry nerds who had never had a date in their lives, wouldn't pick up on that—so she had to be completely obvious.
This meant playing with her hair a lot, smiling and giggling at all his jokes, touching and squeezing his hands at frequent intervals, and letting her platform sandal-heeled foot slide between his brown loafers.
Rick had tried the old tutor's tactic of placing the work in front of the student, so that she would take ownership of it. Alyssa, of course, knew all about this tactic, and knew that ownership of the work was the last thing she wanted. Feeling sly, she slid her hands across the table, letting her watch catch on the paper, and wrapped a few dainty fingers around Rick's wrist. The paper was right back in front of him, now.
“Gee Rick,” said Alyssa, “I really thought you could do this for me. I mean, you're so smart and all. I don't think I would ever learn how to do all this science by myself.”
The study they were in had wonderful acoustics, and Alyssa's melty, velvety voice sang off each board of the wood-trimmed room. For a study, there were not many books—mostly just thick leather couches and the one large table, with several incredibly comfortable high-backed wood chairs.
He blushed. “Well, yes, but—”
Her smile brightened a little, trying to be encouraging. “I know it just comes so naturally to you, this chemistry stuff. I wouldn't ask if I thought you couldn't do it. But if you're saying you can't, then . . .”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No, I can do it. I can do all your homework, easily. I mean, this is only Chemistry 205. I'm a grad student. I could do this stuff in my sleep.”
“Oh, really?”
Alyssa bounced forward and slid her hands all the way over his. She knew the movement had allowed him to see down her tight sweater, straight the sultry line of cleavage between her firm, 36D tits. If he tried to move his eyes somewhere else, the chances of his gaze landing on her terrific bare legs—clad only in a pair of cut-off jean shorts that really were only good for covering her terrific ass—were rather good.
“That makes me so happy, Rick.”
“It's j-just . . .” he was staring openly now. “I'm supposed to be your t-tutor, and you . . .”
“I know! And you'll be a great tutor by showing me how to complete all the work. I'll catch on eventually, I know it!”
Although, she thought, Rick certainly wouldn't. And even if he did catch on to what Alyssa was doing, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from working for her. No one ever had before.
Boys were such easy things for Alyssa. All you had to do was give out a wink here, and a squeeze there, and they'd be putty without her even needing to promise anything. All she needed to offer was the suggestion. They filled in the blanks themselves, better than Alyssa ever could.
“I'm just so glad I have a good friend who's so good at this kind of stuff, Rick.”
He smiled sheepishly. “Well, I mean, it's just . . .”
She leaped on his hesitation. “You are my good friend, right, Rick? That would make me really happy to know. To know that,” she let a finger dangle on top of one incredibly full breast, pretending to consider all of life, all at once, “Like, whenever I need, I have someone I can call on. For a test, or a study buddy, or even in
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