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him over me, with water dripping off him.
    There was a thrumming through my skin that was gradually concentrating between my thighs. I turned the water off, grabbed a thick white towel and dried off, the rough friction of the towel almost too much. Urgency started to build and I almost giggled, unable to contain the giddy feeling.
    Getting into my light nightie, I skipped panties because I knew they’d just get soaked anyway. I felt every muscle fiber as I climbed into bed, imagining him watching me, then on me. My wetness slicked my fingers easily and my puffy lips spread apart with little pressure. Dipping into myself, I started stroking the way I liked it, soft at first but getting harder. I pulled my hair where he had touched it, smelling myself on my skin, a musky, purely female scent. My clit was throbbing and responded to the brushing as I stroked the rest of my pussy. I played with pressure on my clit in circles then directly, harder and harder. My cell phone text message alert chimed, only slightly distracting me as I came, hard, panting, rocking my hips on my hand, wishing it was his body on me.
    I panted for a few moments, half-heartedly wishing I was more forward and had invited him up. How great would it be to be panting with him now, instead of alone? When my breathing slowed, I got up for some water and to check the text message. A number I didn’t recognize.
     
    I’ll pick you up at 7:15. Be ready and outside—X
     
    He must have gotten my number off the tutoring sign-up. Maybe it was just the lack of tone in text, but he kind of sounded like a dick. I was still in post-orgasm glow though and didn’t want there to be shittiness between us.
     
    Hey—thx again for the ride tonight. If picking me up is a hassle, don’t worry about it—L

    His response was immediate.
     
    I will pick you up at 7:15. Go to sleep—X
     
    OK, Boss! See you in the morning. Standing outside. Ready to go. Any other instructions tonight?—Leda
     
    Go to sleep, smart ass—X
     
    OK, Boss, night-night—Leda
     
    There was no immediate response, so I wrapped up my bedtime routine. Since moving to Texas, I had been sleeping with my wet hair braided to help stay cool, so it was just brushing teeth, face cream, body cream and checking my locks. My text alert chimed again.
     
    Sweet dreams, little girl—X
     
    That was kind of sweet, but ‘little girl’?

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Xander
    Metric, Help, I’m Alive
     
    Friday morning, I called Rodriguez, the head of the private security team the senator my dad worked for used.
    “Xander, what’s up, man?” he answered on the second ring.
    “I need a threat assessment on someone down here. Leda Collins. Early to mid twenties. White, brown hair. Wisconsin for undergrad. That’s all I’ve got so far. She’s a student at my school.” I wasn’t going to explain myself, wasn’t going to ask for the bullshit teasing that I knew would come if he knew why I wanted the information.
    “No problem, you want a full background check, security clearance?”
    “You should probably get it, but just hang onto it. I don’t want it. Just a threat assessment. I want to learn all the other shit on my own.”
    There was a pause and I could imagine the slow smile on his face. He was good at his job, good at reading people. And I knew he was putting the pieces together. “Oh…I see how it is, little man. You finally found a girl you might keep.”
    “She’s cute and I’m going to tutor her. I just need to know.”
    “ Tutor her, man? That sounds kinky.” He laughed. Rodriguez had worked for the senator for at least a decade, and I knew him pretty well. I had shadowed him when I was considering the military. He was former Marines. After the military, I’d worked for him for a while as well. He knew the way I was and knew that tutoring was the least kinky shit in my life. “Maybe I’ll see if Mirabella wants to get tutored too?” he added, referring to his wife, who might have