Chapter 6 – The Plan

Nathan’s POV

I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything today. Yesterday, I ran into the girl of my dreams. “Amelie,” I purr. The taste of her name on my lips was delicious. I had never been affected by a woman like this before. I needed to know her, to possess her, to consume her. I thought of all the things that I would do to her. How my lips would taste every inch of her body. How I would make her cum repeatedly until I was ready to claim her and slam myself inside her. Oh, how I would mark her with my cum. I was rock hard thinking about it, even though I had jerked off twice in the shower this morning to the vision of her face. I couldn’t get rid of the hard-on that had persisted since I met her yesterday.

“Dr. Michaels? Dr. Michaels?”

I glanced up to find Samuel standing in front of my desk. How long had he been standing there?

“Lost in thought?” Samuel smiles.

If he only knew all the sinful things floating through my mind right now, I’m sure he’d be blushing. “Samuel, any information on the little project I gave you?”

“I have it right here, sir.”  He reaches over, handing me a folder.

“Thank you, Samuel, that’s all for now.”  I grip the blue folder as he scurries out of my office.

Ok, what’s the 411? I open the folder. Let’s see what you’re all about, Amelie Cavanaugh. How do I make you mine? Hopefully, this information will help me to see what makes you tick. I look at the first page in the folder.

Zander Alexander Cavanaugh

Birthdate:  December 11 (age 16)

 in high school

Football team – Quarterback.

Swim team.

Hmmm, a great student. I glance over the rest of Zander’s file quickly and flip to Amelie’s.

Amelie Jane Cavanaugh (Fuck, I love her name)

Birthdate: September 19 (age 20)

Graduated Honours with distinction from high school. Valedictorian. (Well, well, well. My Amelie is not only gorgeous but intelligent as fuck)

Columbia University – Full scholarship – Business Major with Economics minor – Top of the Class in all courses. (Intriguing, might be helpful)

I skim the other general information about awards, school history, and extracurricular activities.

I flip the page.

Parents – Elizabeth Cavanaugh & Edwin Cavanaugh - DECEASED

Big, bold letters made me gasp. ORPHANED. She lost her parents at 8 years old. My poor baby. Foster homes from 8 – 14 years old. Amelie has been on her own since she was 14.  What the fuck! What happened that made her leave foster care? How did she survive with her brother at 14? I ran my fingers through my hair.

“Samira,” I bellow out on the intercom.

“Yes, sir,” Samira responds.

“I need Frank Thompson in my office immediately,”

“Ok, sir. I will let him know right away,” Samira cheerfully says.

Frank Thompson walks through my door 15 minutes later, looking slightly flustered. I give a slight chuckle to myself. Sometimes, I feel like a high school principal when I call people to my office. Everyone is always so worried that they did something wrong.

“Hi Frank, take a seat,” I point towards the chairs in front of my desk. “You’re probably wondering why I called you here.”

“Yes, it’s not every day you’re summoned to the 42^nd floor,” he states, a bit stressed.

“I have a special project for you and need your utmost discretion.”

“You know you can count on me, Nathan,” he relaxes his shoulders and leans forward.

“I need you to create a position for university students to shadow my PA for job experience. Set it up as a contest, and the recipient will get $10,000 in school costs. I want the information out today so Amelie Cavanaugh of Columbia University can apply and win.”

“But Nathan…” he says shocked.

I cut him off. “Is there a problem?”

“No, sir, it will be out today.”

“That is all Frank.”