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    Give Me A Reason

    About a couple of minutes later, the blonde went back to the living room with a bottle of wine on one hand, two glasses on the other and a sexy smirk on her face. Richard’s nervousness doubled.

    “What is this Ms. Kennard?” he asked after receiving a glass of wine

    “A small celebration for my favorite professor’s return to the academic world”

    He nervously chuckled “But I wasn’t gone that long”

    Christina held his gaze and seductively took a sip on her glass “I know but still I’ve missed my professor…”

    The way the blonde said those words were slow and sensual and the look that she was giving to him now was making him sweat. He returned a nervous laugh. The tutorial went on for almost two hours. She asked him if he was hungry and if she could offer him some snack but he said no and that he better be going. Christina thanked him for his time and for his generosity in helping her but asked him if it was okay to wait for a few minutes while she get something in her bedroom.

    Ten minutes had gone by but Christina hadn’t come back out yet and he was starting to wonder on what’s taking the blonde so long in the bedroom. Richard glanced at his watch and noticed that it was quarter before six in the evening. Earlier that day, his wife, Patricia had asked him to pick her up at the ballet school at six, and then after which they would go to her parents’ house to celebrate her mom’s 70th birthday. 

    It was now 6:10pm and he thought that the drive from Christina’s apartment to the ballet school considering the traffic would probably take him at least another fifteen minutes, which would make him extremely late and Patricia hated it whenever he was late in their meeting.

    He stood up and called for her name “Ms. Kennard?”

    When he didn’t hear an answer, he called her name again, “Ms. Kennard?”

    Still no answer

    He walked towards the bedroom and noticed that it was slightly open. He gulped when he saw the bed. With weak knees, he continued walking; he slightly pushed the door and nervously stepped inside. He called her name again and still no answer.

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