Page 81 of Exactly What I Needed
Like pretty much his entire delicious body that I was desperate to get home to and alone with.
Then the notification changed. And it was a video.
My mouth fell open as I stared at the screen. What the hell was he thinking? Sending a video? Would that not mean more room for mistakes?
“Miss Duval! What? What isit?” My class all gasped.
I swallowed stiffly and flipped the phone around. “It’s a video.”
The girls all stood up, chairs flipping backwards. “Project it to the big screen!” they simultaneously shouted.
“I don’t know how to do that,” I replied in relief.
“I do,” Dane said, slowly rising from his chair like the hero that I really didn’t want right now. Groaning, I watched as he walked up to me and asked for my phone.
Hesitating, I pressed it against my chest and narrowed my gaze. “Only for this one Picsnap, and then you take it off that screen. Yes?”
“Yes, Miss Duval,” he confirmed, and I cautiously handed it over. He typed a few things on my computer and then on my phone, and suddenly my screen was projected against the whiteboard. Massive and glaringly evident for everyone to see.
“Okay. Once again, a warning. Whatever he sent will not leave this room, understand?” I asked, my finger hovering over the Picsnap.
“Yes, Miss Duval,” they all stated in unison.
And I pressed the button.
The video slowly zoomed in on four backs. Black hoodies on all of them. But I knew, simply from body type and height, who was who. Asher was second to the right, standing a hair taller than Kieron. Drake was on his left with Jaxon on the far side.
Then the video ended. That was it.
My class groaned. “We need another one,” Selena cried out.
“I’m not going to argue with you on that,” I said, and quickly sent a reply Picsnap stating that very thing. “But like I said, they’re extravagant.”
We waited with a little less tension before a second video came through. I tapped it not nearly as cautiously as I should’ve.
This time, all four of them were facing the screen, long-sleeved hoodies still on, with gloves covering their hands. They’d placed their palms against their faces and stared between their eyes. First, they glared, and then all four of them grinned with all their teeth.
“Your girl is fucking demanding,” Kieron grumbled, and Asher swung to glare at him.
“No, she’s not. And watch your language, she’s teaching teenagers for fuck’s sake,” Asher hissed through gritted teeth and then looked back at the screen as my cheeks burned. I assumed one of the girls was recording as he continued to speak, and I desperately tried to end the video. “I’m sorry. For both of us. Can we start this over? Delete the video, we can’t send this shit to her. She’ll play—”
And the video feed cut out. My mouth fell wide open as I stared at the now blank screen.
Silence so still a penny dropped a mile away could be heard in the room. I was not the only one stunned by what had just happened. Then the notification changed to a new video.
“I’m not opening that,” I stated.
“Why not? We won’t tell anyone!” Caralee whined. Murmured agreements rippled through the class, and then Dane’s voice pierced through the hum of talking.
“I did not picture that for your type,” he said.
“You can’t see a thing about him. They all look almost the same. So how do you know which type he is or what he’s like or even which one of them he is?” Benson mocked, annoyed.
“It doesn’t matter which one it is. They all have this hard-core vibe, I can tell,” Dane replied and curled his lip up, disgusted.
“We’re not doing that, boys,” I reprimanded them, and they both shook their heads.
“Sorry, Miss Duval.”
