Page 11 of Teacher's Pet

“Yep.”

“Are you this great a conversationalist with her? If so, that might explain the glares.”

I shoot him a look that should incinerate him where he sits. He raises his hands, palms up. “Hey, don’t kill the messenger. You have to know that you’re not a great talker.”

I know it. Hell, everybody knows it. I glance behind me and her blue eyes are sparkling at something Rebel says to her. Tony pops up behind them and Rebel rolls her eyes and he holds a hand out, lifting her to her feet and dragging her to the dance floor, leaving Tallulah sitting there all alone.

Almost without thinking, I stand and throw back the rest of my beer. I stalk across the bar and stare down at Tallulah’s dark blue gaze, so mysterious and lovely in the dim light. Her pale brow crinkles.

“Yeah?” She growls.

“Dance with me,” I say and hold out my hand. She stares at it like it’s a snake about to bite her. I expect her to say no but to my surprise she reaches her hand up and slips it into mine.

I easily haul her to her feet and drag her behind me to the dance floor.

Then I stand there, confused. I don’t dance. What the hell am I doing?

But we slip easily into the line dance and I follow the people around me, loving when we change directions and all of a sudden, I find myself staring at her ass in a pair of tight jeans. The soft twitch of her hips and the way her jeans cup that round ass of hers makes my breath catch. My dick jerks again and I groan softly, struggling to rein my need in.

It must be because I haven’t touched anybody since Karen died. It can’t be anything else. I don’t even like this woman.

The music changes to a slow one and I can’t stop myself. I grab her from behind and tug her up against me, letting her curves sink into my front.

I know exactly when she feels my hard dick pushed up against her ass. She stiffens and stops fighting me.

I’ll take that as a good sign. Baby steps.

TALLY

My head is on his big, broad chest and I feel like I can’t breathe. My body feels like it’s lit up like a firecracker and my body aches with a hunger unlike anything I’ve ever known.

Until his phone rings and he pulls out his flip phone again, grunting when he sees who it is.

“Yeah, Chrissy?” He listens to whoever he’s talking to and then pulls back from me, running a big hand through his hair. “I’ll come home. I’m sure she’s not very far.”

He hangs up the phone and groans, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”

“What’s going on?”

“Harley took off because Chrissy pissed her off, I guess. She’s freaking touchy as hell lately and anything can set her off.”

“Oh my god! She’s missing?” I grab his arm and start pulling him to the door. “We’ve got to find her. Should we call the sheriff?”

He stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “She’s probably just out in the woods. She goes there sometimes to clear her head.”

“She’s just like her father then. Takes off running when things get tough.”

He glares at me, pointing a finger at me. “I don’t run. I stay to finish what I started. I never run.”

“Last night. Earlier.”

He huffs. “That wasn’t running. I had shit to do.” He stalks to the door and grabs his coat on the way by his chair, saying good-bye to the guys who are watching everything with interest.

Rebel nods at me. “What’s going on, sis?”

“Harley is missing. I’m going to help look for her.”

Foster whips around, his big body rigid, his mouth hanging open. “You are not.”

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