Page 6 of Teacher's Pet

“There it is.”

He grabs it and hefts it up but before we can turn around and walk back out, the door slams shut. My eyes widen and I drag in a deep breath, feeling the walls of the little room close in on me.

It doesn’t help that Foster is so huge that it feels like he takes up all the air in the room.

I run to the door and jerk at the doorknob, hissing out a sharp breath when I realize that it’s stuck.

“Oh shit,” I mutter, leaning against the door and sliding down it to the floor.

Could this day get any worse?

“Are you just going to sit down there or what?”

His dark voice cuts in on my personal pity party and I cringe. Yep, it can get worse. I’m stuck in a room with the most dangerous daddy I’ve ever run across.

I am royally screwed.

FOSTER

Ilet my head fall back and groan. Are you fucking kidding me?

“Please do not tell me that that fucking door locks automatically.”

She sniffles and lifts her legs up, wrapping her arms around them. “Fine. I won’t tell you that,” she snarks and I can’t help the damn smile on my face.

I wish I didn’t like that about her. I wish I didn’t like anything about her. But she’s getting under my skin and I need to get the hell out of here before I sit down next to her and pull her over across my lap and kiss the ever-loving stuffing out of her.

“So how the hell do we get out of here?”

“We don’t. Not until someone realizes that we’re stuck.”

“Oh, hell no. That doesn’t work for me. I can’t do this.”

Her head lifts, her blue eyes flashing like sapphires. She takes my breath away.

“You think I want to be trapped in here…with you?” Her voice sounds like it’s on the edge of hysteria and I tamp down my irritation.

“Not anymore than I want to be trapped with you.”

Her face is flushed, her full, rosy lips trembling. “I’m sure.”

I stalk up to the door and rattle the doorknob, twisting it every which way but it doesn’t even budge.

A rattling sigh sounds behind me and I glance back over my shoulder, surprised to see her eyes closed, her lips trembling. I thought she was trembling before because she was pissed but the red suffusing her face is gone and she’s pale as new-fallen snow.

Walking up to her, I squat down, almost groaning at the ache in my knees. Getting older isn’t sexy. Parts of me hurt that I’ve never had problems with before. In my misbegotten youth, anyway.

I reach out a hand and touch her shoulder gently, alarmed when she doesn’t tear my head off. This woman is usually a firebrand and this isn’t like her.

“Hey, baby? You alright?” My hand cups her shoulder and I shake it gently, groaning silently when I feel a zap of electricity shoot up my arm, singing my body.

She just tightens her arms around her knees and I sigh. “Are you scared of small spaces, honey?”

She whimpers and nods her head and I suck in a sharp breath at the tremble in her tiny, curvy little body.

“Shit. I’m sorry, honey. I’m sure someone will come along real quick. Someone’s going to notice that we’re missing.”

She drags in a shuddering breath and it’s my undoing. I can’t stand to see a woman cry and I can hear the stifled sobs into her knees.

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