10. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Sterling
Rutherford’s already in my office when I arrive. He has the keycode to my door since we work together so often. He’s unloading a tome of information on me the second I enter.
“Slow down, Rutherford. What’s going on?”
He takes a deep breath and rests against the windowsill. “I already talked to Hendrix, that lawyer who’s cool with unconventional relationships. He’s checking the legality of the university’s policy.”
Panic races through me. I hold my phone up, indicating Mila’s text. “Did someone find out?”
He shakes his head. “I’m trying to get ahead of things.”
I lean against his desk, my legs weak. “Smart thinking. How did the scholarship meeting go?”
Rutherford runs a hand through his hair. “When I recommended Mila, it hit me how much is at stake.” He closes his eyes for a second. “She got the scholarship.”
I smile, but excitement is weighted by the bigger concern. “Does Hendrix think we have a chance?”
“He’s researching it. Says there might be a precedent to challenge the policy.”
My phone buzzes the same time Rutherford’s does. I pull it out, and my dick goes hard… again. It’s another photo from Mila, even hotter than the last one.
Rutherford grins, studying his phone.
I can’t help but smile. “That girl’s going to be the death of us. What got into her?”
“I’ll go with… our dicks,” Rutherford jokes before his expression turns serious. “That’s why we need to be careful, Vic. We can’t let this blow up in Mila’s face.”
I close the photo. “You’re right. We should talk to her about this.”
“Agreed. But for now, let’s just enjoy the smoking-hot roller derby queen sending us naughty pictures.”
I shake my head. Our phones alert simultaneously again. The silky sheet hides Mila’s curves from us, while teasing us with what’s underneath. The sheet follows the swell of her breasts, her perky nipples evident through the fabric.
Rutherford leans against windowsill, eyes glued to his phone. “We have to be smart about this.”
I run a hand through my hair, trying to focus. “She’s making it damn hard.”
“Literally.”
I shoot him a look. Mila’s wound us both wound tight. She has me breaking rules, for Christ’s sake. What did I do to deserve her?
Do I deserve her? My world ceases to make sense.
The photo draws me in. Mila’s smile is infectious, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She’s not just sexy; she’s fun, full of life. She’s stirring something in me I haven’t felt in decades. Closing my eyes, I let her image seer itself into my mind.
My phone buzzes again, but Rutherford’s stays silent. I check the screen and my stomach drops. It’s Josh.
I ignored his last two texts, unsure of his intentions.
Josh: Dad, please answer. I know I messed up. College fame went to my head. I learned my lesson. What will it take to prove it?
Another message pops up before I respond.
Josh: I hurt the two most important people in my life. I need you both back .
Guilt gnaws at me. What kind of father am I? Fooling around with my son’s ex-girlfriend while he’s going through a crisis… or so he says. Fuck! Is my need to get my dick back inside Mila making me doubt my own son?
I need to think.
Me: Unless you’re dying, stop texting.
Josh: I feel like I’m dying.
“Are you getting pictures I’m not?” Rutherford pushes from the windowsill but I motion for him to stay.
“It’s Josh.” Part of me wants to be there for my son. I’m all he has. But he’s the one who trashed the relationships. Being a single dad is hard in ways I never expected.
Me: Think about what you’ve done a little longer.
As I hit send, I curse myself. How can I lecture my son about his actions? I’m lusting after a girl half my age, my student, my son’s ex. Am I having a mid-life crisis?
Rutherford notices my distress. “Everything okay?”
I shake my head, pocketing my phone. “He wants to make amends.”
“And?”
“I’m drooling over photos of his ex-girlfriend. What kind of father am I?”