Page 15 of Manhattan Secret

Black Tommy Hilfiger work boots, scuffed to hell and a grey hoodie underneath a biker jacket, open to showcase his cut body under the close-fitting t-shirt.

Oh my god.

I know those boots well. Seeing as how I looked at those same boots braced either side of my body while he banged my brains out for fifteen minutes solidly.

This can’t be happening right now.

What is the bathroom guy doing here?

How did he find me?

How the hell does he know my name?

Sending me a smirky wink, I’m frozen up on my chair, when I start to ask what he’s even doing here and to point out how freaking creepy it is that my one night hook-up turns up at my freaking job of all places… when…oh… my…god…my eyes practically do a cycle of the moon as I watch him striding to the back of the class.

What is the bathroom guy doing taking a seat in the back row and slapping the hands of the two guys sitting either side of him?

My heart plummets and my knees almost give out.

My belly drops right down to the floor and when I climb off the chair my legs are jelly like.

He slouches in the chair; one arm around the back, legs kicked out in front of him, like he doesn’t have a care in the world, his head juts to the side as his eyes pierce me like sensual bullets.

I’m pretty sure at this point I’m about to throw up.

This isn’t some twisted kind of a joke.

“I think the class is ready for you now, Miss Sloan.” He speaks.

His voice.

I’m not mistaken. This is him. I haven’t accidentally pasted the bathroom guy’s head on some random body.

This is him.

In my classroom.

Sitting at a desk waiting for me to teach.

Oh, my Jesus Christ, take me now. Please, smite me down and leave me a pile of devastatedwhat the hell have I doneash.

The truth of this situation clangs around my head as he goes on staring at me, no hint of surprise etched on that gorgeous face.

Not like the terror that’s churning through my chest.

Unblinking, I let my ass meet my chair.

Swallowing to ease my dry throat.

A student.

An eighteen-year-old student.

Oh, my god.

I’ve had sex with not only a teenage boy but one of my own students…

So yeah, my first day isn’t going so great after all.

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