Chapter 56: Concern
I had time between classes at Castling College and sat in my quiet office, reading a pristine hardback copy of Beverly Brae’s newest and straight erotic piece called Tides that Bind. Being a literature professor meant that I had to know, study, and enjoy (or despise) current best-selling authors, just as well as the dead ones. Having a simple style in writing and very hot male characters with too much testosterone, Beverly, nonetheless, entertained me to the fullest. Good for her. I rather enjoyed reading her swashbuckling tale of male-woman-male threesomes, coveting Lord Bennington’s scarred and chiseled skin just as the novel’s main character, Lady Madeline Brightson, did.
I couldn’t put the piece of filth down, entrapped in Bennington’s arms, as well as his handsom
