That's it, but you have another caller

An intranet search of the registered students reveals little of value about this Noelle DuPont. She's from Delaware, so there's a good chance she's part of the DuPont family, a graduate of Tower Hill, a private school in Wilmington that you've never heard of until you see it on her transcript, a theater major and judging by the three different contact names and numbers listed, is the product of at least one and possibly two divorces. You are still trying to piece together why she arrived at the school several days early when a confident knock on your door interrupts your efforts.

"Come in."

The door opens and a young woman wearing a fashionable blue silk blouse tailored to drape loosely off the shoulder steps into your office, as she turns to close the door you see that her shorts are molded tightly to her ass in an equally expensive way. Everything about this student speaks of wealth and privilege, even her short dark hair is cut perfectly to frame her pretty face and she smiles brightly when she sees you rising to your feet.

"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 come around the desk to take the gift wrapped box from her. "Please, have a seat." You gesture to the couch by the window.

"Oh, I cannot M'sieur," she sighs, the picture of European charm. "Je suis désolé, but I have promised mes amis that we will go to the swimming." She pauses touching a finger to her red lips provocatively, "Non, - that we will go swimming." 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 plans to go skinny dipping "I must improve my English. It is why I am here, to learn to speak like an American."

"Please, I insist," You smile at her enjoying her carefree way, "just for a minute or two."

"Alors! The 'andsome man wants to sit with poor Gabrielle on his couch. That is very wicked!" she laughs throatily. "Très méchant. I must escape before you tease this innocent girl again."

"No, no." You laugh at the girl very aware that it is you who is being teased, but pleased to have a student to answer a few questions before you make a complete fool of yourself. Especially, you admit admonishing yourself silently, one as pretty and full of energy as this mischievous mademoiselle. You grab the wooden chair, turning it to face the couch, you sit in it again motioning to the leather couch. "You see, I am perfectly safe."

You can see the hesitation, but know that she is tempted and wait patiently for her to make up her mind. "It will give you a chance to practice your English Miss DuPlessis, and I really do have some questions for you."

"Very well," she perches on the edge of the couch and crosses her ankles gracefully turning her knees to the side like a movie star on the tonight show. "But I 'ave questions for you as well, M'sieur."