Fraternization Rule (Risqué Contracts Book 3) by Fiona Davenport Page B
Authors: Fiona Davenport
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rosters for next semester and her name wasn’t on a single one of them. At first I’d felt a surge of relief, but then I’d realized I wouldn’t have the chance to see her every day and it had pissed me off. As insane as it sounded, I’d have preferred to take the torture of lecturing with a rock-hard dick every class if it meant I got to see her three times a week.
***
I t was finally Friday. Halle-fucking-lujah. The test was Monday and then my wait would be over. It was still against the rules for us to be together, but I’d finally decided I didn’t fucking care. I’d be able to do—
“Hey!” My thoughts were interrupted when Mark Baker, another student, called out to Charlotte as she was packing up her things. I’d purposely kept my back to her, but I turned just enough to covertly watch the exchange.
The punk put his hand on her shoulder and I tamped down the instinct to break his hand. “What are you up to tonight, Char?” Charlotte. She hated being called by a nickname.
“Charlotte,” she corrected. A smug little smirk tugged at my lips. “Packing, I guess. I have to be out of my dorm after my last final next week.” What the fuck?
Charlotte still had a semester before she was done with her undergrad. Why was she being kicked out of her housing?
“Why are you being kicked out of housing?” Well, at least you’re good for something, Mark.
“Oh, I’m not, I gave my notice and am moving off campus.”
Her words washed over me, leaving some relief behind. I wasn’t about to let anything stand in my way, and Charlotte living off campus would make it easier to keep our relationship under the radar.
“Oh, well, if you get done early and want to do something, let me know.” Over my dead body, you little fucker.
She offered him a small smile even while she turned him down, and it was all I could do to not punch his fucking lights out so he couldn’t see how beautiful she was. “Thanks. But, my sister and her husband are coming to help me move all of my stuff to the new place tonight and tomorrow.” She sighed and shook her head ruefully. “My brother-in-law is a little over protective and bought me the apartment even when I told him it wasn’t necessary. I would have been just as happy staying with them while I figure stuff out. I would have preferred it actually, because I could have spent more time with my baby nephew.“
It was completely irrational, but I gritted my teeth at the idea of another man providing my Charlotte with a place to live. Even if he was married to her sister.
My determination to have her permanently in my house, in my bed, was renewed. There wasn’t anything for her to figure out, she was going to be mine. End of story. Rings and babies came to mind, but she was young and I didn’t think she’d be ready for all of that now, even if she sounded all dreamy when she talked about her nephew. I wasn’t happy about giving her time to adjust to the idea of those things, but I was trying to be flexible. I’d give her a year. Maybe.
I’d made millions on my books, there was no need for her to work ever again. Once she gave me a son or daughter, she’d be home with them anyway.
I shook my head, trying to clear away the jumble of thoughts, narrowing them down to one goal at a time. Step one was getting her in my bed. Once I had her there, I’d make sure everything else fell into place.
She was about to walk through the door when I called her name, “Charlotte.” She stopped instantly, almost frozen, then slowly pivoted in my direction. Her soft brown eyes were wide, and confused. Her pretty little mouth parted in shock.
“I’d like to see you in my office after the exam on Monday.”
Chapter 3
Charlotte
“S o, you’re totally fine if I toss out your box of signed books?” My sister’s voice was laced with ironic humor. Understandably so since she knew damn well that I’d kill her if she did any such thing.
“What? No! Not my preciouses.” I ran
***
I t was finally Friday. Halle-fucking-lujah. The test was Monday and then my wait would be over. It was still against the rules for us to be together, but I’d finally decided I didn’t fucking care. I’d be able to do—
“Hey!” My thoughts were interrupted when Mark Baker, another student, called out to Charlotte as she was packing up her things. I’d purposely kept my back to her, but I turned just enough to covertly watch the exchange.
The punk put his hand on her shoulder and I tamped down the instinct to break his hand. “What are you up to tonight, Char?” Charlotte. She hated being called by a nickname.
“Charlotte,” she corrected. A smug little smirk tugged at my lips. “Packing, I guess. I have to be out of my dorm after my last final next week.” What the fuck?
Charlotte still had a semester before she was done with her undergrad. Why was she being kicked out of her housing?
“Why are you being kicked out of housing?” Well, at least you’re good for something, Mark.
“Oh, I’m not, I gave my notice and am moving off campus.”
Her words washed over me, leaving some relief behind. I wasn’t about to let anything stand in my way, and Charlotte living off campus would make it easier to keep our relationship under the radar.
“Oh, well, if you get done early and want to do something, let me know.” Over my dead body, you little fucker.
She offered him a small smile even while she turned him down, and it was all I could do to not punch his fucking lights out so he couldn’t see how beautiful she was. “Thanks. But, my sister and her husband are coming to help me move all of my stuff to the new place tonight and tomorrow.” She sighed and shook her head ruefully. “My brother-in-law is a little over protective and bought me the apartment even when I told him it wasn’t necessary. I would have been just as happy staying with them while I figure stuff out. I would have preferred it actually, because I could have spent more time with my baby nephew.“
It was completely irrational, but I gritted my teeth at the idea of another man providing my Charlotte with a place to live. Even if he was married to her sister.
My determination to have her permanently in my house, in my bed, was renewed. There wasn’t anything for her to figure out, she was going to be mine. End of story. Rings and babies came to mind, but she was young and I didn’t think she’d be ready for all of that now, even if she sounded all dreamy when she talked about her nephew. I wasn’t happy about giving her time to adjust to the idea of those things, but I was trying to be flexible. I’d give her a year. Maybe.
I’d made millions on my books, there was no need for her to work ever again. Once she gave me a son or daughter, she’d be home with them anyway.
I shook my head, trying to clear away the jumble of thoughts, narrowing them down to one goal at a time. Step one was getting her in my bed. Once I had her there, I’d make sure everything else fell into place.
She was about to walk through the door when I called her name, “Charlotte.” She stopped instantly, almost frozen, then slowly pivoted in my direction. Her soft brown eyes were wide, and confused. Her pretty little mouth parted in shock.
“I’d like to see you in my office after the exam on Monday.”
Chapter 3
Charlotte
“S o, you’re totally fine if I toss out your box of signed books?” My sister’s voice was laced with ironic humor. Understandably so since she knew damn well that I’d kill her if she did any such thing.
“What? No! Not my preciouses.” I ran
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