Thread: Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

Damn, she was adorable. Maybe he should have followed Evelyn's original plan, and pimped Sofia out as a whore. He could have charged a fortune, and stashed away half of the money for himself, without her Mother being aware. That was Hunter's initial thought as the stress of being unsure of Sofia's reaction, or whether the plan would come to fruition, was swept away in a wave of relief, and with his eyes locked upon her, and their bodies close, he took a good, long look at Sofia for the first time . If only he were twenty years younger. The flashbacks ceased as he realised she'd asked a question, and the paper had been pulled from his hands. The man startled, and shook his head to clear it. No, taking over the Cartel was a much better idea, Sofia would only be at College for a few years, however he could control the drug empire for the rest of his career. And it wasn't as though Sofia wouldn't be required to open her legs as part of the investigation anyway. He'd just need to find a way to turn that fact to his own vicarious advantage. 'Sorry, what did you.....? He stared at Sofia, before her question finally resolved itself in his ears, and his lips curled into a smile from her use of the word Sir. Such a sweet girl, and one with manners, even at a time such as this. I'm glad you understand. His eyes narrowed momentarily when she stepped away, and her tone changed. A finger moved to his lips, in contemplation, and he glanced at the door, then refocused his attention on her. I think for the next few month's Sofia, there are going to be other issues way more influential to the continuation of your education at this college than classes. I'll attempt to ensure that I utilise your services only at the most convenient times, however, in the end, my requests must receive priority. The Dean's arm raised he spoke, and with a finger pointed at the safe, an eyebrow cocked a reminder to Sofia of who was in control of the situation. Just so we're clear. He held her gaze for a few moments, then moved to the exit, stopping to look back at the young woman, with his hand on the door knob. I require you to gain an invitation to that party, any way you can. That's all. Once you succeed in that task, you'll return to me for further instructions. The Dean sighed, and his shook from side to side. You've much to learn Sofia. Do you not think waltzing in with a camera in hand, and filming their illegal substances may appear a touch suspicious? The sarcasm dripped from his tongue as the door began to open. You are a straight A student, are you not? The room brightened with the sunlight that filtered through the corridor windows as the door was pulled fully open, and he motioned that she was free to leave. Her mention of taking pictures had given him the glimmer of an idea. Hurry up, and don't miss that class. I expect you to report to my office by no later than the end of the week. Please shut the door on your way out. Hunter didn't give her another glance as he walked back to his desk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Outside, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, athletic student with his ear pressed against the wall almost jumped out of his skin when he heard voices for the first time, I expect you to report to my office by no later than the end of the week , and he realised the door had been opened. Book-bag slung over his shoulder, he stumbled, fell to his knees, scrambled to his feet, hoisted the bag once again, began to whistle a tune, then, with pretend nonchalance, passed the Dean's door, just as the raven-haired woman began to exit. The young man's head pirouetted, and he came to a halt, mock surprise in his eyes. Sofia, isn't it? Preston smiled, I'm not sure if we've met, I'm Preston His gaze lifted over her shoulder to peer into the room, but nothing suspicious was to be seen. Just a dark look which was thrown at him by the man behind the desk. He quickly averted his attention, and with white teeth gleaming, spoke again to Sofia. I came to see the Dean, but I guess you beat me to it. Now if I don't hurry, I'll be late for my next class. Care to walk with me? The Dean's raised voice, and demand for Sofia to report back to him by the end of the week, had further aroused his curiosity. Surely it couldn't be to do with her grades? A querulous eyebrow raised as he shot her a smile, and shuffled his feet, not wanting to appear too keen.