Page 8 of Teacher's Pet

The door rattles and I hear a voice. “Hey, are you guys in there?”

“Yeah,” I call out, banging on the door. “Open it up.”

It’s seconds later and the door opens, one of the mothers eyeing us uncertainly.

“Are you guys alright?”

I stalk out, pocketing my phone. “Yeah. Stupid damn thing locked automatically.”

She nods and I go back to grab the ladder, smirking at Tallulah. “You think you can make it now, baby?”

She glares at me and pushes up onto her knees and then stands. “I think I’ll be fine. Thank you, Mr. Marcone. And don’t call me baby.”

The other woman watches us, her mouth hanging open. I smile at her. “Thank you so much for coming along and saving us. It was getting pretty damn suffocating in there.”

I stalk off and leave both of them gaping at me.

I need a damn minute by myself before I do something crazy.

Like kiss that damn woman and claim her. I don’t have that right. I’m not a whole man and I never will be.

TALLY

Ifinally climb into the tub I’ve been dreaming about all damn day. Sinking into the opalescent bubbles, I groan and let the day wash off of me.

Until he creeps in and sucks all the damn oxygen out of the room.

Foster Marcone is going to be the death of me. He’s too damn big and sexy. Too grumpy. Too growly.

My pussy clenches when I think about that rough growl of his. I groan when my body goes tight and my nipples stick straight out like it’s twenty degrees in here instead of seventy.

I rub my legs together needing something, anything to get me off. It’s been ages since I was with a man. The last one was a real dick and I caught him in our bed with his secretary.

“Men,” I huff under my breath. “I don’t need one. I don’t want one.” But my body argues with me, wanting one particular one.

I felt his dick move under my ass and I wanted to roll over and spread my legs over top of him, sink onto that bulge and grind myself into it until I came.

It wouldn’t take much. I don’t know why I’m so fucking attracted to that guy. He’s so irritating. He thinks I’m the kind of person that would let a child down.

Principal McBride has been riding my ass all year and I’m just trying to make it to the end of the school year. I hate the idea but I’m thinking I might have to move to a different school district. I can’t work with him next year. He’s been giving me every shit thing he can think of all year and I just can’t take it anymore.

I love my home but there are a few schools within commuting distance that I think I could get into. I’ve been hoping that McBride would get whatever burr is up his saddle out and leave me the hell alone but this thing with Harley has just escalated it to nuclear.

My phone rings and I pick it up, scowling when I see who it is. I’m not answering. McBride can go to hell. I’m off the clock.

There’s a ding that tells me I’ve got a voicemail and I sigh, hitting the button to play it.

“Miss Carter. Make sure that you make it tomorrow early for the dance. I’ll be watching you.”

I shiver and hang up. I don’t know what’s up with him. But he’s driving me crazy.

The phone rings again and I growl under my breath. When I see who it is I pick up.

“Rebel? What’s up?”

“Hey, girl. How goes the school game?”

“It’s good. Well, mostly.”

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