Standing up, I decide action will be the best therapy. “Come on, let’s go take down that last piece of wall.”
He gets to his feet. After a moment he gives me a nod.
Back to work it is.
Fuck, I could be a therapist.
25
Soon, I’ll be back in my janitor’s arms.
—How’s it going, Lu?—
—We are breaking through to basement now—
—Wow, brilliant—
Now I just have to get down there.
—Lex? Ludo and Max are about to finish the tunnel—
There’s a pause and I can virtually hear Alexis’s brain working through the problem.
—I’ll come to escort you down, in case there are guards about—
—Perfect—
I’m ridiculously excited to see Lu. It’s been eight days.
Eight days!
I rush into the plush bathroom and brush my teeth, and finger-comb my hair. I also strip out of my shirt and skirt.
As it’s a Wednesday, I’m supposed to stay in uniform, but at least the Elite casual outfits are kind of cute. I pull on the midnight blue cropped hoodie and matching cashmere joggers. The fabric is incredible. No wonder rich people like it.
Adding some midnight blue eyeliner, I then grab my star-pattern chucks and call it good.
—Ready when you are, Lex—
It’s only a couple of minutes later when he knocks.
—Stunning, as always, pulu—
He kicks my apartment door shut, then slides an arm around my waist. His warm calloused hand caresses the skin on my back. For a second I can think of nothing but him. My professor.
But as I begin to grind myself against him, Alexis pulls back.
“Fuck, I’m too noble for my own good. I’m supposed to be taking you to Ludo.”
Ludo!
What am I doing?
It’s like the Lumina wants me to have as much sex as possible with Alexis.
Not that I’ve any problem with that, but it does lead to a one-track mind. And no matter how many orgasms he gives me, somehow it’s never enough. Like I’m missing something.
Or someone.
