Winter Break

By Diana Hunter

Dr. Lynn Binter, Associate Professor of English, is a woman in need of a vacation. Too many back-to-back semesters spent buried in correcting Freshman Composition papers. Now, with four glorious weeks of nothing to do before her, she envisions an entire month of book-reading, binge-eating and little else.

Except, right at the end of the semester, the still-gorgeous Tony D’Angelo walks back into her life. Her upcoming winter break just became so much more interesting. . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diana Hunter
• Release date: Nov 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310071676

Diana Hunter

Diana Hunter became interested in writing stories with bondage and D/s themes when she found a dearth of them on the web. Nothing she read seemed to have the romantic element she knew was possible in such relationships. Challenged by a friend to write a better one, she wrote her first full-length novel, Secret Submission. Each book Diana writes contains a kernel of truth or deeply held conviction from her own life, but don’t ask her where truth ends and fantasy begins...she’ll never tell! When not writing, Diana is usually at her loom, weaving thread lines of a different sort. Married for over thirty years to the same man, she is grateful for all the wonderful encouragement he gives her.

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Winter Break

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Chapter One

A generator hummed outside, loud enough that Lynn could hear it up here in her office two stories up—with the windows closed. The constant drone became the underpinning for the beeping trucks, the sounds of large metal beams being dropped into place and several sharp, staccato bursts of what sounded like forceful gusts of air belching against the side of the building. Clapping her hands over her ears, she managed to read an entire paragraph before the jackhammer started and she swore. Loudly.

The heck with this! I’m done. How in the hell am I supposed to get these papers graded by the end of the week with all that damn noise?

A petite blonde stuck her head in the door. Anything I can help with, Doctor B?

Lynn Bintner, PhD, sat back and ran a hand through hair cut short, the layers rifling through her fingers as she took a deep breath and tried not to glare at her grad assistant. This wasn’t the kid’s fault. She sighed. No thanks, Bethanie. Nothing you can do unless you want to don work gloves and a hard hat and hurry them along out there.

Bethanie’s giggle turned low and sexy as she came forward to peer out her professor’s window. I don’t think I’d mind that at all. Did you see the one over to the side? The one wearing only a white T-shirt? Mmmmm.

Lynn snorted. Wearing ‘just a T-shirt?’ In December? No one wears ‘just’ a T-shirt outside in Rochester in December.

Dr. Bintner, you really need to get outside. It’s seventy degrees today. We’re having a heat wave! The grad student shook her long, straight hair before flipping it over her shoulder. Honestly, ma’am, you spend too much time cooped up in this office.

A familiar defensiveness rose in her chest. I teach, too. You should know, you do enough of the paperwork.

Bethanie grinned and pointed toward the workers below. I do. But I also take time to smell the roses and appreciate the very sexy scenery.

With a shrug of her shoulders, Lynn pushed back from her desk and joined her helper at the multi-paned window. Might as well. The girl wasn’t going to go away until she did. A quick look and she could get back to those papers and get that load off her back. All right. Which one has you so fascinated?

Bethanie pointed to the side of a huge hole right below her office window. The newest set of classrooms and office space across the way would soon be joined to her building by a beautiful walkway, if the builders out there could actually turn the artist’s concept drawing into reality. At the moment, however, the place was a mess of dirt and oversized Tonka trucks being manned by an army of construction workers.

Lynn followed the line of Bethanie’s finger to two men who peered into the gaping hole. Both wore hard hats, but only one wore a white T-shirt—the kind with no sleeves and inch-wide straps that screamed, Look at my muscles! I’m a gorgeous hunk of a man! Lynn shook her head. Youth, she muttered, not sure if she meant Bethanie or the muscle-bound worker. Or both.

She started to turn away when the man standing beside the object of Bethanie’s lust looked up. Lynn stopped, her heart pounding. Could that be? She stood, arrested by the sudden appearance of someone she’d left in her past. For the briefest of moments, she thought their eyes met. Without thinking, Lynn backed away.

Bethanie mistook Lynn’s reaction. I know, Dr. B. He does that to me, too. The thought of those muscles wrapped around me? I get all weak in the knees.

Lynn didn’t correct her, only nodding and hurrying back to the safety of her desk. She was weak in the knees all right, only not from Bethanie’s hunk. I need to finish these papers, she said by way of dismissal. Bethanie took the hint, but not before she gave one last sigh before turning from the window.

Alone, Lynn looked at the view of the blue sky and treetops. It was all she could see from her seat behind her desk, and she stared out almost as if she expected her past to levitate up and come in through the windowpanes. Had he seen her? No, that was silly. The sunlight glared on the window this time of the afternoon. She could see him but he couldn’t have seen her.

Could he?

No. Besides, maybe it wasn’t who she thought it was. Tucking the past behind her, she focused on the paper before her, using all her powers of concentration to get her work done so she could