Vixen Consoli let herself take off 4 years from the family business so she could experience life outside the mob. Knowing when she comes back home, she will be in charge while her brother River handles affairs in Italy. She set rules up for herself...
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~Vixen~
"Leave your papers on the desk and get the hell out of here. For my graduates, you have come a long way, go kick some ass out there. And for you suckers who are coming back next year, well enjoy your damn summer before your life gets sucked back up again." Professor Greenwich chuckled, the class laughing along with him.
He has been my favorite professor. He is so blunt, brutally honest and doesn't give two shits who you are or where you come from, he'll treat you all equal. He was in his mid-forties, and a total silver fox.
Tall, lean and had cutting edge cheek bones with salt and pepper hair. He spoke with such authority that made you clench your legs closed. He taught Economics and Public speak (I know right) and has also been my advisor over the years.
I worked my ass off in his classes and was the top student.
"Miss Calano, please stay behind." Professor Greenwich announced as I put my paper in the pile on his desk.
'Calano' is not my real last name, but my brother figured it would be safer to have used another name while I was away. My real last name is Consoli.
"What's up Professor G?" I asked as the last student put her paper down and heads for the exit.
"I just wanted to tell you that it has been an honor to have you in my classes these last few years and to have been your advisor. You are a remarkable woman, talented, and smart. I feel incredibly lucky to have had the opportunity to teach and advise you. And, since you are, as of now no longer my student anymore--I am not your professor".
He started to come around his desk towards me and stands directly in front. He lifts his hand up to my cheek and gently caresses it with his fingers.
"I have always been fond of your beauty, and not to mention you are incredibly sexy. I would like to take you out this evening to celebrate."
My heart was pounding out of my chest at this point. How many nights have I dreamt about these fingers stroking my thighs and now he stands there staring at me with lust in his eyes.
Swallowing hard, I start "Professor Greenwich I-"
"Please call me Eric," he declared.
"Eric... as flattered as I am, I have to respectfully decline your offer. I have already made plans this evening."
As tempted as I was, I would not get involved with a professor or even an ex-professor for that matter.
Not to mention he is married and has a son my age who I have may or may have not made out with at a frat party once.
"We can always go out another night," he said. His eyes darkening as they skim down my body and back up to my lips.
I was wearing a short black pencil skirt with black knee-high boots and an olive green camisole. I was wearing a long leopard print cardigan, but it was stuffed in my bag since the weather was nice. This outfit was definitely working on my figure.
