Schooling Scarlett

By Clarissa Darling

When Scarlett Kelly gives her best friend a lesson in the art of pleasuring women, she watches from the sidelines as this boost in confidence turns him into a ladies man. Now, over two years later, Scarlett has graduated from college and is offered a position working for her old friend. She realizes he’s not the same man she used to know. He's handsome and wealthy, but Scarlett isn't sure if she's finally attracted to him, or just in a hurry to shed some of her innocence.

**This story is intended for adults only for sexual content, and language. It contains approximately 20k words, a plot twist, and a cliffhanger ending. The next book in the series will be released July 2014**

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clarissa Darling
• Release date: Jun 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311443731

Clarissa Darling

Clarissa Darling is not my real name and those sexy legs in the picture aren’t mine. If you look very closely at that picture, the woman with the gorgeous legs is reading a book. My hope is that each reader who happens upon one of my stories will feel as sexy as the reader in my profile photo. In case you’re wondering why I might not put my own photo up or use my real name, the answer is simply that I also write books for younger readers and I would never want my young readers to read my adult books until they are adults. Feel free to look me up on Twitter, Goodreads, or Facebook. You can also email me at [e-mail] Now, devour your sexy books!

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Schooling Scarlett

Lesson #1

A novel by Clarissa Darling

Copyright 2014 Clarissa Darling

Published by Clarissa Darling at Smashwords

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Clarissa Darling

Schooling Scarlett

By

Clarissa Darling

Copyright © 2014 by Clarissa Darling

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ISBN 9781311443731

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

End Stuff

Prologue

Do you get to go on dates with a lot of guys like me? The cheese-ball smiled, flashing his blindingly pearly whites. He did some awkward model pose as he awaited my response as if he were worried that there may be someone in Denny’s taking his picture at that exact moment.

I took the last bite of my sausage links and downed the last drops of coffee from my mug. Breakfast for dinner happened to be one of my favorite meals, but this guy was ruining it for me. Sure, he probably had every reason to be as arrogant as he was, being the starting forward for Maryland State University’s basketball team and looks that showed he could easily start a modeling career if he failed in his sport, but these were not qualities I looked for in a man. These were the qualities my best friend and roommate, Charlotte White, believed I should look for in a man—hence the awkward blind date.

Do I get to? Like, do the dating gods align my dates in this way often just to give me the pleasure? And, does ‘guys like you’ equate to narcissistic airheads?

Cheese-ball removed his eyes from our waitress’s ass long enough to perform a simultaneous laugh-snort, spraying food in my direction.

I removed a twenty from my embroidered clutch purse and covered my bare shoulders with my purple shawl.

Do you shop at Grandma’s R Us? Nice knits! Cheese-ball didn’t notice that I was getting ready to leave and didn’t care about what he was saying. I left the twenty at my spot and walked out of the restaurant.

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Ugh, crap, I said to myself after noticing the red scarf tied around my apartment door. Charlotte and I shared a large studio, the only off-campus living we could afford, but it was not worth it when you lived with a promiscuous roommate. The only place in our apartment that offered any privacy was the bathroom. The scarf meant that Charlotte and her boy-toy were not doing their business in the confines of the bathroom and, therefore, needed privacy.

This red scarf had been popping up a lot lately, and I’d meant to have a talk with Charlotte about it sooner. It wasn’t always easy since our schedules conflicted, but I was getting tired of coming home exhausted without the luxury of plopping into my own bed.

Damn you, Char! Your night had better be worth it, I mumbled under my breath and headed two doors down. My new home away from home.

Roger Brandt was two years ahead of me, but we knew each other from the few overlapping classes we shared. We were both doing an accelerated five-year Bachelor’s to Master’s program in computer science with an emphasis in computer programming. Roger was completing his last year of graduate work while I was still over two years away from graduation.

A few months ago, I found out that Roger lived two doors down from my apartment. The first time Charlotte used the red scarf, I attempted to get comfortable in the hallway and ran into Roger. He let me crash at his place and insisted that I sleep in his bed. I was beginning to feel bad that Roger hardly slept in his own bed anymore.

The first night was pretty awkward. Roger weighs close to three hundred pounds and snores loud enough to shake the walls. He has one of those guy apartments that is set up with the presumption that a real woman would never venture inside. The first time I slept there, Roger rushed to hide posters of women wearing next to nothing—in some cases nothing—and I remember the awkward feeling at noticing these women had the same red hair as my own.

I brushed the length of my hair off my shoulders and thought about calling Roger to see if he was home. He was always home. The poor guy did not have much of a life. I imagined that I was the closest he had ever come to sleeping with a girl. That is if you count my sleeping in his bed with him a few feet away on the couch.

It wasn’t like he was deficient in the looks department. Roger happened to be a very attractive guy with a heart of gold. His biggest downfall was his lack of confidence. There were plenty of women who would love to date Roger, but he was too shy to approach any of them.

As I knocked on Roger’s door, I began to worry that he was taking an unusually long time to answer. I knocked again, this time slowly opening the unlocked door.

Roger? I whispered, not wanting to wake him in case he was asleep.

I didn’t hear a response so I stepped inside. Roger’s apartment was set up exactly like mine except Roger had more space due to living alone. He had enough room for a tiny, two-person table, the couch he usually slept on when I crashed at his apartment, and two computers in the far corner.

His place was deserted. Knowing Roger always insisted that I sleep in his bed, and feeling like the opened door was my invitation inside, I undressed down to my purple lace bra and thong and slipped under Roger’s clean sheets. I hope he’s all right. I hope he doesn’t bring company home. But, these thoughts came too late to pull me out of sleep.

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Oh shit, Scar! I’m so sorry! Sometime after I’d fallen asleep, I woke up to the sensation of the bed collapsing, a warm body against me, a hand groping my breast, a solid object growing against my bare ass, followed by the feel of the warm body darting out of bed.

It took me a minute to realize what had happened. As my vision began to focus, I took in Roger’s startled expression. His eyes kept glancing down at my body, reminding me that I was in my underwear and that the sheet was no longer covering me. Quickly, I gathered the sheets up over me and began to laugh.

I’ve always dreamed of coming home to a sexy half-naked woman in my bed, but you frightened me. Roger was now laughing too.