Page 25 of Manhattan Secret

What I see in his eyes thrills and scares the socks off me at the same time.

Heat catches inside my belly.

His lust blazing back at me is the dangerous variety, the type that can make all your dirty, forbidden fantasies come true and ruin you by the end.

God, I wish he acted like a dumbass, or you know, a typical teen just to lower my temperature, to kill my ardour in its horny tracks.

But this man-boy is smart.

The words that come out of his mouth are intelligent and thought out and I’ve already taken a look at his test scores for the past year and he’s off the charts clever. He should have graduated at least two years earlier.

In the same vein though, his troubling record is just as impactful, which as it appears, the principal overlooks for the reason that Lachlan Fierro is the brightest, most gifted kid in school. It would reflect badly on the Academy if they expelled him for the trouble he’s been in so far in his four years.

A bad boy with a brain. Very dangerous.

“Is that what you’re asking?”

“What? I … No. It’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like, little mouse? We fucked. I want to do it again. It’s a foregone conclusion, you knew it the minute your eyes landed on me and started lapping me up with greedy glances.”

Oh.

My.

God.

He said that.

I haven’t gone into a sugar induced coma and started to hallucinate unicorn poop.

The man-boy says he wants to…

“I read your body so well already, Delaney. How your breathing has increased, the skin around your neck is mottled red. Aroused. I can almost see your heart fluttering through your shirt.”

Cocky little shit is waiting for my denial and yeah, it’s on the end of my tongue to lie to him and tell him he doesn’t know my body as well as he thinks.

One screw in a bathroom stall doesn’t make him an expert on me.

Only it does, because he’s spot on.

“You need to stop, Lachlan. You can’t say those things.”

It falls on deaf ears.

He doesn’t make a move, still perching on the edge of the desk with his eyes sweeping all over me, but I feel as though he’s surrounding me, making the air thick as syrup.

“Do you want me to kiss you, mouse? Real deep until you can’t taste anything else but me.”

“Stop calling me that.”

He flashes a wicked boy grin. The one that says he has me on the ropes and is ready to go in for the kill. “What should I call you? Baby?”

I keep my mouth shut.

Then I sigh and retry to gain some composure by taking my eyes from his in hopes that focuses me again.

“This is my job, Lachlan. I could be in serious trouble for a mistake I didn’t know I was making. You have to see this is not a joking matter. I am your teacher.”

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