Page 16 of Manhattan Secret

C H A P T E R 5

Lachlan

Every nuance of my body is alive, quaking with a predatorial need deep in my gut. If I wasn’t pre-warned about the woman at the front of the class I might have displayed the same kind of debilitating shock she is showing.

Scared little mouse, starring her horror down the end of the row of tables.

Her face turning ghost white.

She’s trying to avoid looking at me, only her eyes stray over and over to where I’m at.

I don’t have such hang ups about where my eyes are, and I half smile watching her. My gaze glued to her tight little body.

I would never have pegged her for a teacher. Notmyteacher.

I made tentative plans to hang aroundGinger Girlagain tonight, in hopes of seeing the little runaway mouse again.

I’m thinking I should take a trip to Vegas, because this kind of luck… this fate, dropping her in my lap this way, is a once in a lifetime.

Bet big or go home.

I let my eyes eat her up.

So tightly strung is Miss Sloan.

Fuck. I want to say her name just like that when I’m working my way into her.

Sick bastard that I am, knowing she’s my teacher means jack all to me, it certainly doesn’t put on any kind of moral brakes.

In fact, I think I might be a little more turned on.

Around me, my friends give me baffling looks. I get it, I never stick up for a teacher. And never the new ones. It’s always been a harmless game to see which new face can sink or swim in our school, but I waited outside for a minute, letting the shock sink in that my missing mouse is my teacher and listening to her try to grab their attention and all I wanted to do was to swoop in and save the day.

So save the day I did.

I need an A on my next paper.

Okay, fine. I earn those easily on my own. I’ll take a blowjob instead.

She glances over again while she introduces herself to everyone.

Her nervous, wild eyes boomeranging back to me every few seconds, almost as if she’s waiting for me to say something. Sexy little mouse.

The woman defines the meaning of sex appeal hidden under her good girl persona. I just bet she’s terrified to step outside of the box she’s been told she can never come out of to have a little fun.

Lucky for Delaney Sloan, she’s met me now.

I don’t believe in boxes or holding back if I want something.

Or someone.

And I want to fuck her again.

Badly, as it turns out.

My blood is practically singing through my veins to stride forward and put my hands on her.

She starts calling out names. Then gives the guy in front some shit for playing on his phone.

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