<div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrr9VNQ9ToQ/TuXFimhY6JI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bVn8yIRCl5s/s1600/000ae986_medium.jpeg)</div><strong>Leda Holland<br/>Bedroom 1<br/>With Xavier</strong><br/><br/>Leda felt revealed when he asked her about the reason she applied for the scholarship, it seemed that he was willing to open up and talk about more than just sex.<br/><br/><strong>"Basically, my farther makes a lot of money, wish I spend liberally. He wanted to teach me the true value of money and hard work, so he cut off my credit cards and stopped funding my shopping, he also sold my Harley (Davidson). So, after all that, I couldn't fund college and I wanted to get back at him. This seemed like a way to do both, but I can't say that I didn't hesitant to sign the contract."</strong>Leda felt better once she had opened up, but she also knew that Xavier might start to think of her as the spoiled rich girl. Something that she hated, she was after all a socialist-liberal, politically, and had often gave up her summers to volunteer for charity work. But still, the image of a spoiled, little British girl was something that she had been stuck with since her move to the States, but she would never accept it and would go out of her way to prove the opposite.<br/><br/><strong>"My turn now, Professor."</strong>Xavier hadn't heard her new pet name for him, she was wondering whether he would understand it and whether or not he would be OK with it.<br/><br/><strong>"What first attracted your to me? And what keeps you interested now? I'm assuming your still interested?"</strong>Leda questioned in quick secession, a little nervous about the potential answers to all three.