Page 150 of Seeds of Malice

Over the last month, I've convinced Ivy to rush the sorority. She keeps telling me she doesn't think it's for her, but I keep telling her how she'll make connections that will help her for the rest ofher life. In a normal situation, that'd be true. But it won't be for Ivy.

I get ready to argue with her about the outfit when she doesn't respond right away, but she finally replies.

Ivy: Okay, I'll wear it.

Relief and adrenaline hit me. I get a rush to my head, feeling almost dizzy.

Me: That's my good little sexy slut. I'll pick you up in a few.

I whistle as I finish getting ready for school, then get in my Porsche. I go over to Ivy's and pick her up. We make small talk in the car until we get to campus.

I park and get out. I go around to her side of the car, open the door, and help her out. I slide my hands over the mesh on her ass.

"You look fucking incredible," I tell her. And she does.

Apprehension fills her expression. "I still think it's a little too much." She glances around.

"Ivy, you're wearing more than most women here. It's fine. And if you got it, you need to strut it," I tell her and wink.

She nervously laughs.

I groan. "Tell me you're not going to worry about this all day."

She sighs. "Okay, I won't."

"Good girl." I squeeze her ass, give her another kiss, and lead her to Professor Dyer's classroom, stopping outside the door.

"I'll see you around noon?" she asks.

"Absolutely," I reply, giddy with what I have up my sleeve.

I leave and wait fifteen minutes. Then I text her.

Me: Meet me in the library, floor 4, near the women's literature.