Page 47 of Voyeur
Or left?
Taking a deep breath, I began to turn the wheel to the right, when my phone rang.1No one was behind me, so I waited at the sign and answered.
“Hello?”
“Callum,” Reed greeted me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m just leaving work, man.”
“Work? At seven-thirty on a Friday? Damn, your life is boring.”
“You have a point or just calling to criticize?”
“I do love to give you shit, but no. Come over for dinner, and we can watch the game. We ordered way too much food and Karen has her sister over. I need some help to balance out the testosterone.”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah, man. I’m on my way.”
I turned the wheel left and headed to Reed’s house.
* * *
“So,”Reed started, which should have been my first warning. “How’s the student? You cave and fuck her yet?”
I choked on the beer I’d just tried to swallow. Cupping my hand beneath my chin, trying to catch any liquid before it spilled on their couch. Karen would kill me if she walked in and saw me making a mess on her new couch. We’d had dinner and then Karen and her sister sat at the table drinking wine, while Reed and I went to the bonus room to watch the game. At that moment, sipping wine and talking shoes sounded preferable to answering Reed.
Had I fucked her? Not really.
“No. Jesus.” I settled on complete denial. “Things are fine, why would you say that?”
“I think thou doth protest too much.” Reed knew me too well.
“Everything is…fine.”
“So, you’re thinking about fucking her,” he said with a smirk, trying to rile me up.
“Fuck you.”
“What? If she’s interested, why not?” he responded with a shrug.
“I’m her teacher. She’s nineteen. She’s my student. She works in the department.” I held my fingers up as I listed off each reason.
“Will you have her again in class?”
“No, she’s a different major.”
“Is she underage?”
“No. Where are you going with this?”
“Is she hot? Interested? Willing?”
“Reed,” I growled. He’d obviously had too much to drink. I didn’t need him listing off reasons why I should rather than reasons why it would be insane.
“Come on, man. Live a little.”
“She’s a child.”
He tossed his head back and laughed out loud. I looked toward the door, waiting for Karen to pop in to see what was so funny. That was all I needed, Reed telling his wife about my predicament. God, the look she’d give me would probably wither my balls, and I wouldn’t have to worry about sex ever again.
