Page 10 of Teacher's Pet
I bit the inside of my cheek.
Fuck you, Devon. Making me lash out at strangers on my first day.
Especially sexy model ones.
The man muttered under his breath. “Wow.”
I wasn’t going to give him more. I wasn’t going to be baited twice in one day.
He reached past me and pressed the button. His scent momentarily evaded my senses. The light flashed red. The elevator moved.
Fuck, did I really not press it?
Heat crawled up my face. Definitely not the first impression I wanted to give.
When the doors opened, I stepped out without looking back. But I could feel his eyes on me.
I hope I never see him again.
What a waste of a hot stranger.
Fucking Devon.
Chapter 2
NATHAN
What a joy.
I was having a relatively good day and wasn’t about to let some dripping mess ruin it.
He shoved past me to get out first, leaving a damp mark on my jacket sleeve. All I caught was his wet blond hair before he disappeared down the hall.
I waited a few seconds and took a deep breath before exiting the elevator and heading to my classroom, where I’d left a file with notes on my incoming class and future assignments.
It was a short walk, located just across the hall.
I opened the door, and there he was.
The stranger from the elevator, in all his wet glory.
Sitting with his phone, glaring at the screen before turning that same glare on me.
I ignored him as I crossed the room.
“Don’t bother,” he said. “The professor sent a last-minute email. No class today.”
I froze as he stood and stretched. His shirt rode up, revealing a strip of pale skin, and I quickly looked away.
“What a moron. Could’ve told us earlier instead of wasting our time.”
Ihadsent two separate emails, one yesterday, another this morning, but he didn’t strike me as the type to check. For goodness’ sake, he was soaking wet. Hadn’t even checked the weather forecast earlier.
I hoped he wasn’t this incompetent as a student, or else he was not going to have a rough time in my class.
He rolled his eyes, then glanced around like he’d only just realized we were alone. His posture was put on the offensive immediately.
“Wait. Did you follow me, you sick freak?” he blurted, standing up and backing up. “What’s your problem?”
