His eyes dropped to take in the breathtaking view and remained there until after she crossed her legs and pulled the curtain down on the free show.

"Exactly why did you come to see me?" he asked, showing her not only teeth, but gum as well.

"I'm looking for an assistantship," she explained… "You're the most prominent professor in the department and your field is what I'm interested in doing my thesis in."

"Critical solution points?" he said, beaming at her.

Joselyn figured he'd be a sucker for a compliment. "That's right," she said. "I'm particularly intrigued by low temperature problems." In point of fact, she knew that it didn't matter a hoot what one's thesis was about so long as the co-author was well known.

"I hadn't really planned on taking on an assistant this term," he said. "I have too much data correlating to do. I wouldn't really have time to devote much attention to the assistant's project, I'm afraid."

Joselyn found herself getting mad again. She had prepared herself for everything but a rebuff… and that's what it appeared he was giving her. She had shown him what she had to offer and he had ignored the bait. Perhaps all he needed was a longer look.

"I don't know what to say," she told him, raising her right leg from across her left and putting her chin on her knee, her heel on the edge of the chair. Once more she let him see the tender pink meat of her vagina, plainly visible in the flared out leg aperture of her shorts. "I'd really hoped that you might take me on. I hate to go second best."

Velasquez stared right at her pussy, the skin of his face taking on a congested, reddish hue. He moistened his thick, sensual lips with the tip of his tongue.

She knew that the time to act was at hand. "What are you staring at?!" she said, in the same grating tone she'd used on Dr. Bertrand.