I’ve done my homework.
Sarah’s on a full scholarship and comes from a small nothing town in Kentucky. That was disappointing, but not something that will prevent us from becoming everything I envision our future together to be.
I will have the perfect family. She will be my perfect wife and the mother to our perfect children.
Everyone will be jealous, just as I know every male I encounter is jealous of me now.
I was not surprised when she accepted my invitation to lunch. I’d already picked out the place I would take her. I purposefully placed several crisp one hundred-dollar bills in my wallet, so I could impress her when I paid the bill.
She is so beautiful. I get hard just thinking about taking her the first time. But not yet. I’ll wait. I will have to find release with someone else. Perhaps her friend Julianna would be accommodating in that department.
I know all about her friend.
Just a few days ago she was with one of my fellow grad students. He doesn’t like me very much. She was so drunk she doesn’t even remember seeing me.
Her other friend seems to like me. Kaitlyn. I can use her as an ally down the road. She’s the type who is easily manipulated. Frankly, I don’t care about her friends. I barely took notice of them other than when I did my research to get to know Sarah better.
It doesn’t matter. They won’t be around long if I have anything to say about it. Sarah’s world will consist of just the two of us.
All of this has been going through my mind as I make my approach. To be outwardly polite, I nod my head in recognition of the other girls before turning my focus on Sarah.
I ask her if she’d like to go for coffee, or maybe even lunch as I look at her two friends, clearly letting them know I prefer to be alone with Sarah.
“Unless of course, you have other plans.”
She turns to get permission from her friends. It’s obvious they have plans, but she wants to go with me. What will she do?
Julianna looks at me as though I’m a piece of garbage on the bottom of her shoe. She’s beautiful in an exotic kind of way. I didn’t think she would remember me from the party, but it is entirely possible that she wasn’t as drunk as I thought she was. Perhaps I will find time to be alone with her at some point.
“I … uh …” Sarah stammers, because yes, she does have plans. But you want to be with me. I can see it written all over your face.
“We were going to grab a burger at Corner Joe’s, but I just remembered I have that big Art History exam coming up and need to get to the library for some final studying,” Kaitlyn the attractive, but plain-looking one with highlighted brown hair offers up an excuse for her friend. I see her nudge Julianna to do the same.
“Oh, yes,” Julianna stammers, her full lips moving. I would love to have those lips around my cock. She is beautiful, but she’s not the target. She’s not the one who will make the perfect wife and mother. She’s the kind of girl that’s good for a few hot steamy nights between the sheets. She’ll be some married man’s mistress at some point. But she’ll never be anything more than that. I give her an intense look and smile as she continues to stare daggers at me. What could I have done to make her hate me so much? Or what did that student she was with tell her about me?
“I completely forgot about that Art History exam,” she murmurs at the urging of Kaitlyn. “Sorry Sarah,” she apologizes. Could she be jealous? Is that it? That’s something I will have to think on later. For now, I need to set my plan in motion with Sarah.
Finally, her gaze meets mine once more and she smiles. “I guess my lunch plans have changed.”
“Great!” I smile back and note with pleasure how her cheeks have colored a rosy pink. “I know a great place that’s only a few blocks away, if you don’t mind walking?”
“I like walking,” she says. She’s so agreeable. She’s everything I envisioned her to be.
She tells her friends goodbye, only checking back over her shoulder once as we walk away.
I hold the door open for her to walk through, playing my role of the perfect gentleman. She stumbles as she looks into my eyes and this makes me smile wider. I catch her and help her recover.
“Thank you,” she says as I help her. So polite. I gently guide her in the direction of the restaurant with my hand low on her back. I like it that she lets me touch her so possessively.
We walk silently together for a few minutes before I address her again. “Dr. Burke told me that you were the student to watch this year. He said he’s been talking with your professors from last year and thinks you may be one of the smartest students he’s ever had.”
Dr. Burke never told me that. I’ve been doing my research and it’s not like she’s going to go up to him and ask if he said these things about her. It makes her feel good and scores points for me. That’s a win-win in my book. I expect to see her blush at the compliment, but she doesn’t. That’s somewhat disappointing.
I reassess her now. She knows she’s smart, so she’s not going to blush at something she’s worked hard for. That might seem charming and strong to some. It may appeal to other men. It does not appeal to me. I’ll have to make sure to curb that part of her personality over time. I look forward to breaking her of that annoyance.
“I spend a lot of time studying,” she tells me. “The scholarships will go away if I don’t and the out-of-state tuition here is astronomical. I’ve worked hard to get here. I don’t intend to squander my opportunity.”
Ah. She’s vulnerable where her finances are concerned. She needs the money. “So, you have a full-ride scholarship then?” I already know she does.
“Yes,” she confirms. I notice an errant strand of hair and take the opportunity to tuck it behind her ear. This time I do get rewarded with a shy smile and a slight blush of her cheeks.
“Wow! I did not know that. That’s incredible.” I’m lying through my teeth. I know everything about her.
“Thank you,” she says.
“What is it that you want to do when you finish school? What are you studying?” What ambitions do you have for yourself? If they’re not too cumbersome or interfere with the plans I have for the two us, I might let you pursue them.
“I want to be an architect,” she admits.
An architect. Not fucking likely. Too much work and too many chances to meet other men. No. That won’t do at all. I keep this to myself and smile as she continues. “I have always loved building things. My father’s in the construction business, so maybe it’s in my blood.”
“You’ll have to come to my parents’ house sometime. They live in an architectural dream home.” They don’t. My parents are middle-class nothings. They live in a tiny house outside Boston. I haven’t been in contact with them for years and have no intention of ever seeing them again.
“I’d love to,” she says. Her enthusiasm almost makes me wish the lie were true.
My parents wouldn’t know an architectural masterpiece if they saw one.
“Where are you from?” she asks.
“Connecticut,” I lie. “At least that’s where I grew up. My parents have another place in the city where we spend a lot of time.”
“The city?” she asks. Her ignorance is charming.
“New York?” I answer, smiling indulgently at her naivety.
“Oh. Right.” I can see she’s embarrassed. Good. She’ll look to me for guidance and direction which is exactly how I want things.
“Have you ever been?”
“No,” she confesses. “I haven’t. I always wanted to, but never had the chance. Coming here to UVA is my first real step out into the world away from my home in Kentucky.”