~~Young~~

Chapter Four

   “Yes,” he paused, a hint of humor in his voice, “I can see that.”

   He was staring at her again, she knew it without even looking up, could feel his eyes on her. If he had been checking her out that would have been one thing, with her off shoulder sweater it wasn’t hard to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra- not that she really needed one- but he wasn’t ogling her bits. He was evaluating her, sizing her up as if she was an opponent.

   It was disconcerting to say the least, but again, if he was an investigator of any official capacity as Mitch had said then maybe that was just how he looked at everybody.

   She picked up her coffee as an excuse to look away from her notes, and even though he had moved away from the desk he was. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him leaning against the doorjamb to the kitchenette, his eyes fixed on her figure.

   “Mind if grab a cup, I’ve been to hell and back trying to get here and could use a pick me up myself.”

   Sera just shrugged, “whatever, it’s not mine.”

   Though for such an otherwise polite man it was certainly surprising to hear him curse.

   His lip crooked up again, as if he was enjoying her avoidance of him, and he placed his briefcase on the chair nearest to the kitchenette before putting his back to her once again. Sera practically sighed in relief. That gaze of his was something else, very…heavy and weighing, almost as if he could have held her where she sat with just a look.

   As the man busied himself in the other room Sera went back to her work- again- only to be interrupted not a moment later when the Dean came stomping through the door.

   “Where the hell did that flaming fag-,” he began, only to stop short in his tirade upon seeing Sera behind his assistant’s desk, “Sera?” he looked at his watch, “you’re early.”

   “Clearly,” she huffed, “and Mitch went to retrieve whatever it was you wanted…a folder or something?” she rolled her hand dismissively, “whatever it was he said he’ll be right back.”

   Not that she respected the man any to begin with, but her Sera persona wasn’t about to treat the man with any sort of revere, Dean of the college or not.

   “Oh…well…” he flubbed, “well he’s taking his damn time.”

   “Whatever,” Sera just shrugged him off, picking up her coffee again in the same indifferent motion that she used with the other man.

   And like the other man Dean Grissom continued to stare at her. But this time she knew it was in want and not evaluation, it always was with the Dean. As Mitch had so poignantly stated, if it had tits and walked on two legs then the Dean wanted it. Why any student would put themselves in that position with such a man she didn’t know. He was an overweight, balding, yellow teeth smoker of a man, but she was well aware that the Dean would change grades for them as well, given a certain favor was exchanged.

   As it was Sera had grades good enough to be on the Dean’s list itself, but because she wasn’t even remotely interested in fucking the fat sod she hadn’t actually made the list. In other words, she didn’t need his help with her GPA or a career boost once graduated. Her spot in her Uncle’s office was a sure thing.

   “You look good today Sera, but then again, you always do,” he said right on cue, causing Sera to sigh and casually pull the shoulder back up on her sweater.

   “Thanks Dean Grissom,” she said as she looked up to him, “how’s Mrs. Grissom doing, enjoying her vacation is she?”

   Sera was well aware of Mrs. Grissom’s whereabouts, she was in the islands with her Uncle doing “business” for her husband. And both she and the Dean knew exactly what- or who- she was really doing. Namely her Uncle.