The Billionaire's Love Game
“She’s my student. The next morning, she’s gone. No note, no number, nothing. I was disappointed, but that’s life sometimes. The next day she’s front row center in my Sociology 1001 class.”
“Fuck. Man. How old is she?”
“Twenty-one, twenty-six....”
“Oh…” Just looking into his eyes, I knew he had more to say. “Don’t hold back man. What do you think?”
“I’m just wondering how that would affect your career if it got out?”
“I have tenure, but it won’t be good. Sure as hell wouldn’t be good for my reputation as an educator. Not to mention the age difference.”
“Then why continue to see her?”