Chapter Seventeen

The rest of the day seemed to drag for Valerie. All she could think about was getting back home and into Damien’s apartment to discover what he had planned for her next. For a moment, she felt guilty about what she was ready to do to Holly, but the intensity of what she felt when Damien ordered her about was simply too much to surrender. Of course, her guilt added to her shame, which also made her honey stir as she thought about it. God, how twisted am I, she wondered.

Her mind swirled in such a horny fog, she didn’t even allow Dean’s dirty smirk to bother her in class. He was merely someone she had to endure for an hour and a half every day, and she could ignore him just as she had ignored Nick when he found her in the hall after lunch, his salacious leer making her shudder. How the man ever managed to get the female students into dark corners was beyond Valerie’s comprehension. The man oozed repulsion, like that dirty old man you see slinking out of