Someone's waiting for you

It turns out to be a moot point anyway, because by the time you get to Diana's rooms you can see a young woman standing outside your door. She is wearing a fashionable blue silk blouse tailored to drape loosely off the shoulder and when she sees you she smiles brightly. She is holding a small white box and is clearly waiting for your return; everything about this student speaks of wealth and privilege, even her short dark hair is cut perfectly to frame her pretty face.

"Bonsoir M'sieur 'awkfeather," she trills prettily. "I am Gabrielle DuPlessis. I have brought you a present to warm your house. That is correct, is it not? To warm your house?"

"Why thank-you Miss DuPlessis," you meet her at your door and take the gift-wrapped box from her. "What a lovely gift." You consider inviting her into your office, but under the circumstances decide that it would be highly inappropriate. When she sees you start to open the seals holding the box shut she stops you placing a small, perfectly-manicured hand on yours.

"Oh, M'sieur," she sighs, the picture of European charm. "Je suis désolé, but this is a special gift, you must open it when you are in privacy." She pauses touching a finger to her red lips provocatively, "Non, - in private." She corrects herself. Her easy shrug makes her breasts jiggle under the silk of her top in a way that makes you wonder if she is wearing anything under that expensive silk. "I must improve my English. It is why I am here at the Academy, to learn to speak like an American."

"Your English is delightful, Miss DuPlessis." You smile at her enjoying her company more than you would have predicted, "Are you sure I cannot see this gift of yours?"

"Non, non! The 'andsome man must trust Gabrielle about this." She laughs throatily. "Adios M'sieur, I must flee, now."

You watched her skip away, admiring the way her tight shorts hug her ass before entering your office and setting the folder from the meeting and Miss DuPessis' small white box on the desk.