Page 67 of Teacher's Pet
“Oh.” Her smile faltered, then reappeared. “Maybe we can all get a drink sometime.”
“Sure. Maybe.”
She left, and I didn't speak until the door clicked shut.
I really did need new locks.
Ryan emerged, not even bothering to finish what he started, and his expression is sharp.
“What the hell was that?” he demanded, ignoring the fact my pants were still open.
“What? I can’t control what she asks me.”
“Why does she have a key to your place anyway?”
“This isn’t my place,” I say flatly. “Everyone has a key here except the students.”
He huffed. “She wants you.”
I rolled my eyes, but he grabbed my arm. “Trust me, I know she does. I bet she didn’t care that you were married. Probably saw it as a cute little challenge to get you to fuck her.”
His voice is tight, angry.
“Yeah. Sounds like someone I know,” I shoot back. His glare wipes the smirk off my face.
“Ryan, I’m not stupid.”
“You’re oblivious. You can’t tell when someone wants you.”
“I can.” I exhaled. “I know she was flirting. I was just being polite.”
“That’s worse. You’re egging her on. She looked like a homewrecker.”
I gave him a look as I zipped up my pants. He pouted.
“Trust me, I know what I’m talking about,” he muttered. “I’m exactly like her.”
“You’re not.”
“I am.” His voice dropped. “I didn’t care that you were married…”
I reached up and pushed a piece of hair behind his ear.
“She won’t either.”
His eyes flickered with something sharper than jealousy.
I pulled him in, more to settle him than anything else. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
Focus, Nathan. Manners. Boundaries. He's your student, if nothing else.
“Ryan, look at me.”
His pretty green eyes cut through me.
“It’s hypocritical, huh?” he said, a smile ghosting his lips. “But you’re mine. Nobody can steal you. Only I can do that. It’s not the same—”
“Shush.” His mouth snapped shut. He pouts, eyes softening.
