Page 54 of Ugly Duckling
After finding nothing, I moved to the inside of the building.
At first, I spotted nothing.
But then little clues were given here and there.
One clue in blue wiring spelled out on the ground: Hi.
Another clue of movement nearest the teacher’s lounge spelled out in Cheerios—part of my lunch, might I add—were the words: Hello, Moto.
Shaking my head in amusement, I headed a little farther into the west wing, not stopping to look through all of the rooms like I probably should have.
When I got to the part where there were cameras that would definitely pick up the movement, I pulled the feed up on my phone to see if I could spot any movement again.
I did, but only the briefest of flashes as they ducked around one pillar and disappeared around a corner.
I did note, however, that I was intimately familiar with that flash of a body.
I’d know that ass and legs anywhere, even mostly covered by a sweatshirt that definitely wasn’t mine.
Irrational anger suffused me at the thought of Sutton wearing Webber’s sweatshirt.
It didn’t matter that the man was very happily married.
It also didn’t matter that technically, Sutton wasn’t mine.
What did matter was that my caveman brain hated the idea of her wearing another man’s clothes, and the irrational urge to rip it off of her was overwhelming me.
I moved to where I’d seen her last, expecting to find her in the gym, but I was assaulted before I could get there.
She jumped from a shadowed alcove I’d dismissed onto my back, her arms wrapping around my neck and her legs around my waist. “Got you!”
I chuckled and twisted quickly, pulling her over my shoulder and into my arms as I hunched over.
She shrieked, laughing wildly.
It was the most beautiful sound in the world.
It must’ve been the way she looked, or the way her eyes lit with laughter, that made me lean in and kiss her.
I didn’t know, and I didn’t question the instinct.
I just went with my gut and kissed her, pulling her into my arms and following her body to the floor where I pressed her into the cool white tile that led to the entrance of the gym.
She groaned and fisted her hands into my long-sleeved t-shirt, kissing me back.
At least until Yates cleared his throat and said, “This is a school, you know. That kind of behavior is strictly frowned upon.”
I pulled back, my eyes taking in the beautiful woman underneath me for a few long moments before I got up and yanked her up with me.
She came to a hop next to me, then extended her hand. “Hello. I’m Sutton.”
Yates took her in, all of her, and then grinned like a damn fool before offering his own hand in return.
I hated that he was touching her.
“Yates,” he said. “You and boss man, huh?”
Sutton flushed as she pulled her hand out of his before saying, “Ahhh, no. We’re just friends.”
