Page 26 of Hot for Teacher
He’d clearly taken a wrong turn somewhere when it came to the people he surrounded himself with.
That’s becauseyou’rethe voice of reason, and you’re losing it.
So that was that. Killian was going to text Chase. Once was going to turn into twice.
But maybe they could leave it at that. Twice was still different from a full-blown affair.
Howcould they leave it at that?
Killian had to get those pretty lips around his cock, for one. That seemed … incredibly important right now. It wouldn’t do to be left with that missed opportunity hanging over his head again.
And Chase had to stay the night. That had been the other issue—unsettled alpha instincts from the beta slipping away too soon.
Killian needed to fuck him hard, then care for him properly,thensend him on his way.
Feed him breakfast too. For good measure.
Killian could picture it perfectly, actually: Chase at his kitchen table, sleep-mussed and well-fucked, eating from a plate Killian had prepared.
Perhaps Killian would stop at the store on his way home.
Killian put the car in gear, suddenly feeling like he could be behind the wheel quite safely after all.
He let out a breath as he drove away.
Everything was under control.
8
Chase
Aknock on Chase’s open door had him looking up from his phone for the first time in an hour.
It was Spencer, dressed all in black, a jacket slung over one shoulder. “Last chance to tag along and claim me as your bartender wingman.”
“I’m good,” Chase told him. “Thought you weren’t getting the good shifts anymore?”
“Deb changed her mind,” Spencer said with a smirk. “Maybe she wants this again.” He gestured down at his body, doing something annoying with his eyebrows.
“You gonna go for it?”
Chase personally thought it was a bad idea getting involved with coworkers Spencer had to see every day, but he’d already shared his thoughts on the matter. Spencer had let his dick lead the way, as per usual. And then paid the price when Deb had stuck him with the early weeknight shifts with all the shitty tippers.
But Spencer shook his head. “Nah. She got kind of mean when I didn’t call. Even though I told her what it was.” He frowned down at his feet. “It’s always like that. Hella annoying.”
“Hey.” Chase straightened from his slouch. “You know you don’t have to put up with that, right?”
“I kinda do. She’s my manager.”
“No, I mean … People being dicks to you. If it’s consensual and you made your boundaries clear, then don’t let them guilt-trip you for what you don’t want.”
“Aw, you’re such a sweetie pie, Chasey.” Spencer grinned, immediately shaking off his funk. It was always that easy with him. Chase envied him the quick turnaround. “Hope whoever you’re waiting on tonight treats you right.” He pointed a finger at Chase. “They’ll answer to me if they don’t.”
Spencer spun on his heel, his jacket whirling in the air as he walked away.
“Hey!” Chase called after him. “How do you know I’m waiting on someone?”
His only answer was the sound of maniacal cackling, then the front door closing.
