upcoming issue of EPE. She’s going to
be crafting yours and Rylan’s story for the magazine.”
Andrea stands. I walk over to her and
shake her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m sorry,” I turn to Britain.
“Story?”
“ Glad you asked. Rylan!”
Britain yells.
“ WHAT!” Evan screams from
the dressing room. I bite back my grin.
“ Get your ass in here.
We’re talking marketing.”
Evan saunters out of the
dressing room dressed as Evan—just as adorable as she when I saw her last
in the coffee shop. No makeup, hipster glasses on, hair
up.
“ I don’t know what’s going
on,” I tell Evan honestly when she’s standing by me.
“ You and I are going to
craft our love story.” Evan says dryly. “Yippee.”
“ Love story?” I
ask.
“ With this issue, we’re
trying to attract a bigger audience,” Britain explains. “That’s why
we hired you. We want to appeal to women. Research shows that the
type of erotica women tend to go for is erotica with a storyline.”
She points to Andrea, and Andrea waves. “So I’ve hired Andrea here
to write your story. Every issue, we’ll have a shoot and an
episode.”
“ Titled, ‘The Seduction of
Rylan Willow,’” Evan drawls.
I snort.
“ It’s not a joke,” Britain
says seriously, looking at me.
“ Oh,” I mutter.
“ Anyway,” Britain
continues. “We were hoping to gain a little inspiration from your
ideas. Who should these characters be, how should the shoots be
themed, etcetera. We could just make it easy. Billionaire CEO and
his adorable little secretary.” Britain nudges Evan with her
shoulder.
Evan scowls. “That shit
is so overdone.”
“ Fine then, Rylan . What are your
ideas?”
Evan shrugs dramatically. “Why don’t
you go all-out if we’re doing that whole dom-sub thing? Base it in
a fucking BDSM club or something.”
Andrea makes a face. “Too hard to
write a story for.”
“ Come on, Rylan, you know
better,” Britain says. “We need to work with what we have, too.
Building a set for a freaking BDSM club would be way too difficult.
Plus, we’d have to buy a bunch of kinky toys and shit.”
“ Work with what we have,”
I mutter. Everyone’s eyes flicker to me. “That’s easy. We run out
of a university, for crying out loud.
Student-Professor.”
The women on the couches start to
murmur excitedly. While Evan groans, Britain’s eyes widen. “Dallas,
you are a genius.”
“ Genius!” Evan cries.
“This is the context of our real
lives . He just taught me last
week!”
I shake my head. “But I’m not your
professor. I’m a grad student.”
“ Aren’t you afraid of what
this is going to do to your image? The next time you lecture,
you’re going to have undergrads falling all over you. How will your
girlfriend feel?” If I’m not mistaken, there’s bitterness in her
tone beneath all of that disgust.
“ I told you,” I say. “I’m
done guest lecturing for this semester. And I’m done with teaching.
Next year they’re letting me dive fully into field
research.”
This obviously isn’t what
Evan wants to hear. She groans again and turns on here heel. “Well
fucking fine .
Give me a minute, let me go throw on some skanky catholic
school-girl outfit and perfect my lip biting.”
Britain rolls her eyes as Evan stomps
away and slams the door to the dressing room.
I sigh and push back my hair. “I
should go talk to her.”
“ Don’t bother,” Britain
says, but I ignore her.
When I enter the dressing room, Evan
is already standing in her bra and panties, sifting through racks
of clothing. It’s hard for me to not stare at her delicious
curves.
“ Go away,” she mutters,
not taking her eyes off of the clothes in front of her.
“ Stop, Evan,” I tell her.
“Look at me.”
Her shoulders slump, but her eyes
still avoid me.
“ You keep acting like this
isn’t awkward for me too.”
“ It’s different for you,”
she says, pulling a white button up shirt off the rack and chucking
it
be crafting yours and Rylan’s story for the magazine.”
Andrea stands. I walk over to her and
shake her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m sorry,” I turn to Britain.
“Story?”
“ Glad you asked. Rylan!”
Britain yells.
“ WHAT!” Evan screams from
the dressing room. I bite back my grin.
“ Get your ass in here.
We’re talking marketing.”
Evan saunters out of the
dressing room dressed as Evan—just as adorable as she when I saw her last
in the coffee shop. No makeup, hipster glasses on, hair
up.
“ I don’t know what’s going
on,” I tell Evan honestly when she’s standing by me.
“ You and I are going to
craft our love story.” Evan says dryly. “Yippee.”
“ Love story?” I
ask.
“ With this issue, we’re
trying to attract a bigger audience,” Britain explains. “That’s why
we hired you. We want to appeal to women. Research shows that the
type of erotica women tend to go for is erotica with a storyline.”
She points to Andrea, and Andrea waves. “So I’ve hired Andrea here
to write your story. Every issue, we’ll have a shoot and an
episode.”
“ Titled, ‘The Seduction of
Rylan Willow,’” Evan drawls.
I snort.
“ It’s not a joke,” Britain
says seriously, looking at me.
“ Oh,” I mutter.
“ Anyway,” Britain
continues. “We were hoping to gain a little inspiration from your
ideas. Who should these characters be, how should the shoots be
themed, etcetera. We could just make it easy. Billionaire CEO and
his adorable little secretary.” Britain nudges Evan with her
shoulder.
Evan scowls. “That shit
is so overdone.”
“ Fine then, Rylan . What are your
ideas?”
Evan shrugs dramatically. “Why don’t
you go all-out if we’re doing that whole dom-sub thing? Base it in
a fucking BDSM club or something.”
Andrea makes a face. “Too hard to
write a story for.”
“ Come on, Rylan, you know
better,” Britain says. “We need to work with what we have, too.
Building a set for a freaking BDSM club would be way too difficult.
Plus, we’d have to buy a bunch of kinky toys and shit.”
“ Work with what we have,”
I mutter. Everyone’s eyes flicker to me. “That’s easy. We run out
of a university, for crying out loud.
Student-Professor.”
The women on the couches start to
murmur excitedly. While Evan groans, Britain’s eyes widen. “Dallas,
you are a genius.”
“ Genius!” Evan cries.
“This is the context of our real
lives . He just taught me last
week!”
I shake my head. “But I’m not your
professor. I’m a grad student.”
“ Aren’t you afraid of what
this is going to do to your image? The next time you lecture,
you’re going to have undergrads falling all over you. How will your
girlfriend feel?” If I’m not mistaken, there’s bitterness in her
tone beneath all of that disgust.
“ I told you,” I say. “I’m
done guest lecturing for this semester. And I’m done with teaching.
Next year they’re letting me dive fully into field
research.”
This obviously isn’t what
Evan wants to hear. She groans again and turns on here heel. “Well
fucking fine .
Give me a minute, let me go throw on some skanky catholic
school-girl outfit and perfect my lip biting.”
Britain rolls her eyes as Evan stomps
away and slams the door to the dressing room.
I sigh and push back my hair. “I
should go talk to her.”
“ Don’t bother,” Britain
says, but I ignore her.
When I enter the dressing room, Evan
is already standing in her bra and panties, sifting through racks
of clothing. It’s hard for me to not stare at her delicious
curves.
“ Go away,” she mutters,
not taking her eyes off of the clothes in front of her.
“ Stop, Evan,” I tell her.
“Look at me.”
Her shoulders slump, but her eyes
still avoid me.
“ You keep acting like this
isn’t awkward for me too.”
“ It’s different for you,”
she says, pulling a white button up shirt off the rack and chucking
it
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