Chapter Two
Sable’s Juicy Phone Sex
Sable marched proudly from the glass gazebo, actually enjoying the cool rain on her flesh. She needed cooling down after the s****l titillation of humiliating both Vance and Matt—without the luxury of gratifying herself—because she knew her seeming aloofness actually roiled their lust past the boiling point. Her chauffeur rushed to her side with his umbrella to escort her back to her limousine in the tennis court parking lot.
“Such a good boy, Maxfield.” She made him blush when she patted him on his lightly freckled cheek. Maxfield Wickersham, named for the legendary commercial artist, Maxfield Parish, followed his painter-idol’s footsteps to Haverford College—nearly two centuries later.
“Thank you, ma’am. Um, just a reminder, I return to classes lat
