Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 114368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Ms. Evans.
Ms. Fucking. Evans.
Many inappropriate thoughts formed in my head at that moment, things I knew would’ve made her blush. I didn’t know why, but that idea somewhat thrilled me. Seeing her professionally dressed in that skintight pencil skirt made me want to rip it from her skin. I wanted to bury my face between her legs, tugging at her panties with my teeth to pull them down her thick, luscious thighs. I wondered how she’d look bent over on the teacher’s desk with me behind her, smoothing a hand over her bare ass.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I did like this school thing. With the right incentive, I could look forward to the lesson plans.
CHAPTER 6
Starlet
“What the heck are you doing here?” I barked toward the mystery man after our English class ended. I told Mr. Slade I would hurry to the bathroom between periods, yet truthfully, I was on a mission to catch a second with Milo to figure out what was happening.
Milo.
His name was Milo Corti.
I figured that out from the handy-dandy student list Mr. Slade provided me with. Gosh, what a name for him. It seemed smug, like his personality. I could feel his stares on me the moment realization set in for him, too. Almost as if he were proud of the surprising storyline to his and my life.
I felt sick to my stomach the moment I locked eyes with him. I needed to take the longest, hottest shower of my life to wash away what we’d done together.
He was a student! A high school student!
He stood with his locker open and glanced down at me. I hated that, too—that he had to look down at me. I needed to feel taller than him, or well, more in power of the situation, and that didn’t come easy when he was peering down at me.
My eyes kept darting up and down the hallway to make sure no one was around to listen to our conversation.
“Listen, I’m as shocked as you are,” he said, his voice still as strong and certain as when I’d met him.
“How old are you?!” I whisper-shouted.
“Nineteen,” he replied. “I had health issues as a kid. Started kindergarten when I was seven. Why, Ms. Evans? Were you worried about something?”
My cheeks flushed at him calling me Ms. Evans.
Oh, I hated that.
I hated hearing my name roll off his tongue like that. Off the same tongue that rolled on me. On every. Piece. Of. Me. Even the parts I could hardly reach.
“You’re in high school!” I scolded. “What the heck were you doing at a frat party?”
“Pretty sure I was doing you, so…”
I swatted his arm. “No. No. Don’t do that. Don’t joke about this. It’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“No. It’s not. How are you in high school? When we did that…that…thing…you didn’t do it like someone your age would do it. I thought you were older than me! You were very”—my face heated as I grew flustered—“advanced.”
He smirked, smug as ever. “I take that as a compliment.”
“Well, don’t. All I’m saying is, the things you did…those moves you had, were very mature.”
His wicked grin grew. “Thank you, Ms. Evans. I’d like you to know that you taught me a few things, too. Like how you like to be choked—”
“Shut up!” I whisper-shouted. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Tears flooded my eyes, but I worked hard to keep them from falling. My nose stung with the overwhelming emotions due to my predicament at hand. My stomach bubbled with fear that everything I’d spent the last few years working toward was now in jeopardy. My hands were clammy and my jaw tight as I stared at him. I was seconds away from cracking completely, and the hammer that could destroy me was in Milo’s hands.
He tilted his head as if he would say something sarcastic back, but he bit his tongue instead. He turned away from me slightly and then looked my way again. “I’m not going to say shit about it, all right? Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Cry.”
“I’m not gonna cry.” Oh my gosh, I was so going to cry.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”
My chest slightly untightened. “Swear?”
“You want my pinky or something?” he spat out.
Yes, well, kind of…
I shook my head. “No. It’s fine. No more touching—ever. We'll be fine as long as we can stay professional and out of one another’s realm.”
“Yup. It’s only one hour a day.”
“Only eighty-six hours together until you graduate.”
“Did you just do that math? Did eighty-six pop into your head?”
“I did it while you took your quiz. I needed to calm myself.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Nerd.”
“Don’t call me a nerd,” I ordered, crossing my arms.
“Okay, Ms. Evans.”
“Don’t call me that either!” I shivered. I wish it were a shiver from disgust, yet if I were honest, him calling me that sent a pool of heat straight to my core. The words fell from his mouth like a dirty sin, and I secretly loved how it felt against my ears. His deep, velvety tone held such confidence and ruggedness that it was painfully seductive. My body was overheating, and it felt like my system would self-destruct at any moment. But he couldn’t know that. He’d never know that. “Seriously, don’t. It’s weird.”