Words of Lust

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Author: Lise Horton
offer but it really isn’t necessary to take me—”
    “Hello, Professor, how are you?” He interrupted her hasty monologue, stopping her in her tracks with that slow, seductive tone.
    “I, well, I’m fine, thank you. How are you?”
    “I was so-so until you called. Now? I’m a whole lot better.”
    “Oh? That’s, er, nice. I’m glad. But—”
    “Let me clarify. Asking you out is not a chore or an obligation. I want to make it up to you, but that’s just part of it. I’d like to enjoy your company over a good meal. Get to know each other.”
    “Why?” Ouch. That was rather blunt.
    There was a pause.
    “Why not?” His voice was thick with innuendo.
    Lord. How could a man sound so sexy? She wasn’t used to this. Her world was so sedate, so quiet, so organized so...dull. A man like this was like a character from a novel. Assured, forward, letting her know exactly what he wanted. And what he wanted was clearly not polite discourse.
    “So what do you say? A good meal, nice wine and conversation. My treat.”
    “All right.” The reply popped out as if she were an overeager freshman with her first crush.
    “Excellent. How about tomorrow? I’ll pick you up on campus. Tell me when and where.”
    She thought of the extra work ahead of her to catch up for the first Russian class on Monday.
    “Actually, I just had another class dumped on me and I have to cram. Friday would be better.”
    “Even better. No curfew, right? We can really do it up right.”
    “No curfew.” Why did everything he said sound so sexual? Maybe it was her libido’s translation of the conversation. Heaven knew her sex life was akin to a flower withering on the vine at this point. She’d not given her near celibacy much thought lately, but all of a sudden it was front and center, and she was tingling in absurd anticipation. She talked to men all day, every day. None of them had made her wet. None of them could caress her flesh with just a word.
    “Give me directions and I’ll pick you up after your last class, or meeting or whatever.”
    “That’s really not necessary, I can meet you wherever is convenient.”
    “No way, Professor. I don’t know how the guys you date do it, but I’m picking you up and dropping you home. Door-to-door dating service. My momma raised a good boy.”
    Dating? “Well, that’s fine, then, I guess. That’s very nice of you. My office is in the main building on East 95th. I’m on the fifth floor, but why don’t I meet you outside? That way you won’t have to worry about parking. It’s impossible in that area.”
    “That’s cool. I drive a spiffy red Dodge pickup. I’ll be counting the hours. I’ve been dying to hear more about what you teach. Nighty night.”
    After they hung up, the thought of sitting across the table from Nick Stellato in a dimly lit restaurant, chatting about erotic literature, wouldn’t leave her. The words of D. H. Lawrence flashed into her brain. “Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.” Every single word out of the man’s mouth was hot enough to scald. Breathing a bit more heavily, she blinked, then looked around her apartment. It was suddenly a different, unfamiliar place. The red-fringed lamp looked sexy and cast a soft, sensual glow in the room. The French chaise lounge could have had a nude reclining on it, hand outstretched to her lover. And the strains of Claire du Lune playing on her Bose made her skin prickle with erotic awareness as the lush tones filled the space.
    In a single moment her quiet, predictable life had taken a sharp detour onto the wilder side. Somehow, though, she was having trouble regretting it. She’d always wanted to take a walk on the wild side.
    Dinner with an incredibly sexy man.
    In two days.
    What would she wear?
    * * *
    He leaned back against the sofa cushions and turned the sound back up. The roar of the Yankee game on the widescreen filled the loft.
    The
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