The Perfection of Love

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resigned look on her face.  She was usually quiet which always led to people divulging information around her if not directly to her.  Basically she was whom you went to, to tap for intel on anything going on in the university.  “Plus I’ll bet my stash of chocolate cake that he’ll want Deacon at the annual university ball to schmooze with investors and donors.  Deacon is not going anywhere.”
     
    Great!  I finished off my coffee with the girls and made my way, at a snails pace, to Colin’s office and braced myself for a day filled of Dr. Deacon Dickwad Douchebag Greenwood.
     
    As I approached Colin’s office I heard laughter coming from inside.  I knew Colin’s laugh and for once his piggy wiggy chuckle wasn’t bothering me.  It was the deep bass filled sexy smooth rumble that was pissing me off and yes because I found it deeply arousing.  Damn him.  I quietly knocked, secretly hoping that they wouldn’t hear me and then I could go back to my office to work and say that I knocked but they didn’t answer and then it wouldn’t be my fault that Deacon lost his day tour with me round the university.  Only problem is that Colin had an open office policy so if you knocked and he didn’t answer you could just walk in to check whether he was busy. Friendly bastard.
     
    The laughing quieted down and then the door opened.
     
    “Dana, right on time.  I’m late for a meeting so I’m going to leave Deacon in your capable hands.  I think the two of you should spend today getting Deacon familiar with the university grounds, faculties and facilities and tomorrow you can begin your research work.”  Colin turned to Deacon clearly put out at having to leave his newest bestest buddy.  They shook hands and then Colin took off leaving me with my newest bestest enemy.
     
    “So where is our little tour going to start?”  Deacon was beaming.  The turd knew I didn’t want to do this so what does he do….flashes his pearly whites at me and tries to give me the panty melting smile that I bet always works for him.  You know what bub, I’m on to you and it is not going to work.  So I compose myself, pull my shoulders back, tilt my chin and decide I’m going to accept this challenge and take it head on.  Deacon’s sexy ass that has just walked in front of me so I get a better view will not sway me.  I will not picture myself hanging from his arm which I can tell is ripped by the way the material of his jacket clings to his biceps and I most certainly will not imagine ravishing those pert lips that I swear he just licked because he saw me looking at them.  Who am I kidding?  I’m resilient, he will not be touching my body and that’s a given fact, but I am so mentally screwed.
     
    “I don’t think we’ll be able to cover all of the university’s grounds in a day as Colin suggested so what we will do is cover the faculties in the first day, the facilities on the second and the rest of the week we can start to put some structure to the research project and take it from there.”  It was my turn to walk in front of Deacon and I could have sworn I heard him suck in breath.  Bam. Take that prick.  It was times like this I was very grateful for the ass that God had given me.  Jacob hadn’t messed up my body, one of the few reasons to be thankful for having him so young.  I was wearing a black, high waisted pencil skirt that showed off my ass to perfection with a tight white vest that emphasized my toned arms and back.  I’d completed the look with some serious black courts.  I liked to go for the sexy secretary look on some days just to spice up my tutorials.  Yes it amused me to watch the lads in my class try to focus on what I was saying and not whether I had ENS (Erect Nipple Syndrome).
     
    Everywhere we walked students and lecturers alike walked with their mouths open as they passed Deacon, or they literally stopped what they were doing and stared.  He’s good looking I’ll give him

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