Pete was left fuming and rock-hard as she had shamelessly stared back at his crotch and then made an obvious reference to his arousal. His eyes kept on following her as she made her way over to one of the lounge chairs. Her short skirt rode up far enough for him to get a glimpse of her garter. Where on earth had they found this little slut? Sorbonne or no Sorbonne, this little French tart was in as much need of a thorough lesson as any of the girls he’d get in his classroom today… Perhaps even more so. In his mind, Pete was growling at the thought of disciplining the little Frog temptress with the teasing pout and the sexy accent.<br/><br/>He nearly completely lost it when she opened her briefcase and produced a switch. He was thankful that Richard was in the room. If not for him, he would have surely lost his self-control then and there. He would have yanked the switch from Du Pain’s hand, pulled her up by the hair and thrown her over the table and lashed her taut ass cheeks until they were as red as her lipstick. He forced himself to turn away from her and he took a large swig of his coffee. He cleared his throat and then replied, though his eyes were now averted from her.<br/><br/><strong>“An English tradition you say… Is that’s what they are teaching you nowadays at the Sorbonne?” </strong><br/><br/>Even through his obvious frustration, he could still manage a grin. Mercer now almost felt sorry for the first girl he would get in front of him today. He usually managed to stay professional throughout, but it was unlikely that she wouldn’t be made to pay the price for miss Du Pain’s teasing. He had a rock-hard rod in his pants that said as much.<br/>