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rested an ankle on the opposite knee and leveled his gaze. "You should know, I force this confession from you, not to chastise you. God, I hope to avoid that mistake again," he laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "You have every right to your agendas, your secrets and your lies. We all do," he murmured. "I only bring it up now by way of explanation."
    "And what does it explain?" I asked and watched as a lazy curl flopped onto his forehead. Its presence softened him and suddenly he was a little less Professor, and a little more just an extremely hot guy I was sitting across from in my underwear.
    "That the nature of our acquaintance," he continued, "has been colored from the onset by my prejudices..."
    "And my pride?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
    He groaned, "Oh, let us not be too dear. Such blatant analogies would have poor Aunt Jane tossing in her grave."
    I laughed unabashedly. All defenses were dropped now, and it felt good. I settled against the back of my seat, smiled and waved my hand for him to continue.
    "I thought you one dimensional," he said. "Sexy as hell. But one dimensional all the same."
    "And?"
    "And I was wrong. Now I see you are multi-faceted. You have shown me a glimpse of who you are. And I am keen to see all. You are lovely, sweet Jane. You shine." He uncrossed his legs, and leaned forward, his knees inches from my own. "I want no more barriers, no more uncertainty between us." His eyes caught mine and held. "I will have you. On that I am resolved."
    An electric shock of lust shot up my spine and my breath caught in my throat. I drew my arms around my chest in comfort, defense, arousal? I wasn't sure.
    "Dear god, you have a way with words," my voice shook with laughter and with nerves. "I swear the entire dictionary must queue up for you, just waiting to be used by that dirty mouth of yours."
    "I'm also a cunning linguist," he smiled wryly and I was undone.
    "Oh Jesus," I hugged my arms to my chest.
    "Will you dance for me again Jane? Now?"
    "But you left..." I stammered. "You left my dance." What the fuck was I doing? I had wanted to dance for him, now I was arguing about it? Trying to get out of it? I didn't want to admit it, but I was scared, titillated, turned on more than I'd ever been in my life, but with a case of stage fright to match.
    "I wanted us to be alone the first time I beheld your," he smirked playfully, "Resplendence."
    "There's no music," I stuttered. "Sasha turned off the systems for the rooms, so there's no music."
    "Oh, she did?" his eyes narrowed. "Why did she do that?"
    "So we wouldn't be recorded," I replied. Oh shit. That didn't sound at all suggestive.
    "Ah, how considerate of her." He took my hand, guiding me to stand in front of him, then sat back in his seat, gazing up at me. "So everything that happens here tonight..."
    "It's just us, it's just private," I confirmed.
    "Lovely. I'll ask again. Will you dance for me Jane?" he stretched his arms across the back of the lounge, a lazy smug smile curling at the corners of his lips. "If it helps, I can hum a few bars. But I'm afraid I know only hymns, and premier league songs, neither of which would do your considerable talent any justice."
    "I..." I searched for something more to say, anything to stall.
    "I'll confess, you needn't dance. But I'd love to see the other aspects of your performance. As becoming as that negligee is on your delectable form, I'm anxious to see it off." His smile softened, no longer smug, it was heated and dangerous, it washed over me and turned my panic to lust. "Show me?" he asked again.
    Another electric shock, shot up my spine over my shoulders and down to the tips of my breasts. What was this man doing to me? My lips trembled and I licked them, biting them softly to steady myself. I slid my hands to the drawstring at the front of my nightie and tugged it loose. It slipped from my shoulders and I let it slide down the length of my arms to my hands. Then I held it up, and offered it to