Free Becoming His Muse, Complete Set by KC Martin Page A

down. With all that, I feel strangely protective of him.
    “What about guys your own age, Jenny?” I say, thinking of the guys she was talking about just the other day.
    She rolls her eyes. “They’ll do for now, but boy do they take ages to grow up. Gotta go. See ya.” She salutes her spoon at us and off she goes.
    “She’s right, you know,” says Ruby. “Older men are where it’s at. They know so much more about how to please a woman.”
    Ruby gives me a long appraising look, the one that eventually sharpens into advice. “Ava, you need to think more like Jenny, which means less thinking. I know you have to make your own decision about Logan O’Shane, but if I were in your shoes, I’d jump at the chance to jump his bones. He’s gonna go down in literary history, I’m pretty sure of that. And if you get to be his lover, you just might go down to.”
    That got me thinking about going down on him…
    Ruby winked. “I mean, what if he writes about you? How cool would that be?”
    I shudder. “Not cool at all. I’m not attracted to him for those reasons.”
    “But you are attracted to him, right?”
    I nod, thinking back to this morning and the puddle he’d left me in after sketching. “I hate to admit it, but yes. Then again, at times I’m attracted to Brad Pitt, too, and it’s not like I’m going to hop in the sack with him.”
    Ruby threw her head back in frustration. “Ava! How can you possibly give me a hard time about my logic? If Brad Pitt happened to shoot a movie here and eyeballed you for a mattress mate you would not hesitate!”
    I couldn’t help smiling. “I guess not. But it’s not the same thing.”
    “My point exactly!”
    I laugh. “And what exactly was your point?”
    She pauses, screwing up her face in concentration. “Damn, I forgot. All I can think about now is Brad Pitt naked.”
    “The point,” I say, recovering our initial discussion, “is that profs are off limits. I’ll have to do the dirty with one of my virgin hunting suitors you so kindly set on me.”
    Ruby sighs. “Suit yourself. But you and I both know that satisfaction has its limits with this picked over crowd.”
    “I’m not a rule-breaker, Ruby.”
    She sighs again, more heavily this time. “I know. Me neither. But at least we can dream.”

    Later that night, after his basketball practice, Stephen shows up for our tryst. When I open my door, I try not to imagine Logan slouching against my door frame. When I hand Stephan a beer, I try not to think of Logan’s fingers sliding around his whiskey glass. When I slide Stephan’s Varsity jacket from his shoulders, I try not to imagine ripping Logan’s pretentious tweed jacket off his back. And when Stephen fondles me with his clumsy grip, as if my boobs are basketballs, I try not to wonder what my nipples would feel like in Logan’s mouth. 
    I stop before things go too far.
    Stephan's confused, disappointed, and a tad pissed off when I ask him to leave. But I've realized something important: it’s not a celibacy streak I need to break, but a rule in my own mind.

Chapter Ten
    The next day, after morning classes, I work up the guts to go see Logan at his office. He did invite me after all. And there’s nothing so strange about a student going to consult with a teacher in a different department. Maybe I need some help with research.
    With an effort to maintain my cool, I walk the length of the Childer building where the English Department is housed. I push through to the faculty hall where the prof offices are located. I haven’t had reason to visit this wing since 3rd year, when I had to contest a low grade for a paper on Dante’s Inferno in which I’d included multiple drawings to illustrate my argument rather than just text, plus that other time when I wrote a Shakespeare paper using multiple Old English fonts I’d downloaded from the internet. The paper had looked cool but was practically illegible. Once I provided a copy of the paper in Times New