Page 29 of Manhattan Secret

Lifting my head, I peek over and find him staring at me penetratingly focused while his friend talks his ear off.

My insides wither.

Laney:Sort of.

Cali:What does that mean? Is this code? Did you bang him again in a hotel restroom this time? I think you’re developing a flush cistern fetish.

Laney:I wish it was code. I saw him at school!

Cali:WHAT?

Priya:WHAT? Details. This guy is a teacher? What are the odds. It’s kismet.

Laney:Not a teacher.

Cali:Shit, is he the janitor? I refuse to let you bang a janitor, Laney. No guy that hot should clear trash for snot-brained kids.

Laney:Not a teacher or janitor. He is my freaking STUDENT!

Laney:I’m going to get fired so hard. I’ve been freaking out all week.

Cali:Are you serious?

Cali:You did not sex a student. You said he was all big and manly and shit.

Laney:He is! He’s also a 12thgrader in my advanced class.

Priya:I least he’s smart.

Laney:OMG. Priya, that’s the least of my worries. The best sex of my life was with a man-boy. I’m going to jail.

Cali:Shut up, is this man-boy 18?

Laney:Yes. I checked his records so fast. He’s 19 right after graduation.

Cali:There you go. No laws broken. WE NEED A THREE-WAY CALL FOR THIS. My head is exploding.

Laney:Can’t. I’m in a bistro. The man-boy is across the room. Staring at me.

Priya:OMFG.

Laney:Yeah.

Cali:We need a pic!

Cali:I say fuck him in the toilets. It’s your thing now, it’s romantic.

I burst out laughing.

My heart sits like a rock when I watch him from the corner of my eye raise to his feet. Praying the boys leave, I’m sorely disappointed when his long, lean body threads through the tables, heading to the counter.

With a takeout coffee in his hand, he stops at my table, shadowing me in his massive frame.

I’m not in the mood for his damn silent intimidation today.

Nor to get a nose full of how good he smells.

“Something you need, Mister Fierro? My office hours are 4-4:30.”

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