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Still, I was frozen to the spot.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything to you,” she said quietly and soberly. “Just use my body as your own personal sex toy. You can do whatever you want with me. I’ll never say no, and I’ll never tell anyone. I know you don’t care about me, but you want me, so take me however you want to. Any filthy thing you can think of. I want it. I want you.”

My eyes were shut, and my hard-on was throbbing in time to my sped-up heartbeat. “Stop that. Stop talking. Everything you just said is wrong. I do care about you. I care deeply about your welfare. That’s why this needs to stay impersonal. I’m your teacher and your roommate for as long as you need it. Nothing more. Okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, way too quickly.

Insincerely.

I tried to explain it to her, to stress the importance of it. “When I became a teacher, I was entrusted with the welfare of the kids I teach. It’s a code I’m not supposed to break. Do you know what kind of a scumbag it would make me to violate it?” I paused. “To violate you.” Fuck, I was making it worse. Just the thought had me throbbing.

She didn’t answer. I don’t think she even heard me. She was still staring at my pulsing, straining cock.

I backed away, and thank God she let me. “I need to go do some work. Why don’t you get yourself settled in? I’ll be downstairs in my office if you need the keys to the car.”

With that I made myself walk away.

Barely.

It was a worrisome start to our new living arrangements.

It was only about thirty minutes later when she appeared in the doorway of my office. I’d left the door open so she could find me if she needed anything.

I raised my brows at her expectantly, not saying a word about her too tight waitress dress and apron. “Need a car?” I asked.

She bit her lip and nodded.

“What are your hours?” I asked.

She shrugged, and my eyes moved to her perfect, perky tits.

“That work uniform seems a bit tight on you,” I said in spite of my better judgment. I shouldn’t have brought it up.

She ran her hands down her body, lingering at her heavy breasts. “It helps with the tips.”

I felt myself flushing hotly with anger. “You shouldn’t use your body as currency. You have more to offer than that.”

“I shouldn’t tell you then that I was thinking about starting an OnlyFans to help save up money.”

I glared, more than half-tempted to take her over my knee. “Don’t even joke about that. You’re better than that.”

“Even if it’s just to pay for college?”

I wanted to shake her. “Listen, if you need money just ask me for it. I’ll help you, and you don’t have to do anything you’ll regret later.”

“You shouldn’t tell a girl something like that, Mr. North. You’re too trusting.”

“I’m not telling a girl that, Miss Monroe. I’m telling you. If you need money for college, or anything else, I have it. Don’t exploit yourself when you have other options.”

“I’ve never had other options before.” She gave me an impish smile, and she looked way too young when she smiled like that. “Sounds fun. Just remember you have other options, too. I’ll be home late, but I’ll leave my bedroom door open for you.”

“Stop that,” I warned softly.

She laughed like it had all been a joke.

“Don’t tease me, Miss Monroe.”

She winked at me, the little brat. “Never.” Without another word, she left.