Sinful

Carter listens to the list Norton is reeling off and then shifts his gaze to me. “Hardly a challenge.”

I shoot him a look. Why am I trying to convince these cocksuckers? A minute ago, they wanted to crucify her. “She’s the youngest teacher at Reynard in the history of the whole school, who obviously hasn’t learned the rules yet by reporting us. She’s fucking bait, mate.”

The way she looked at me. Like I was fucking dirt beneath her feet. I can’t wait to break her. I clench and unclench my fist, palm itching.

I don’t care if she was hurt.

She needs to be taught a fucking lesson.

By calling her bait, I’ve got their attention. At Reynard, being bait is to be someone everyone wants but can’t have.

“Who’s bait?” Fucking Zane Holland says as he walks in with Pennington in tow.

I roll my eyes. “You’re half an hour late to the house meeting.”

Zane locks hands with mine and then takes a seat. He’s the only one I trust here, but he’s also a liability. Even now, he’s coked to his eyeballs, and his dick is hanging out.

“Fucking PE bitch wanted seconds,” he grins, zipping up his fly like he’s just noticed. “So, what are we talking about?”

The lads fill him in on the new teacher, and his grin widens. “Ah, that tasty teach from the other day.”

“If she’s bait, you must know something.” Carter looks at me.

I grin at him. “Fucking Ferret is her stepfather.”

Zane grins. “The headmaster has a stepdaughter?”

“Mr. Ferrious has been holding out on us,” I say slyly.

Carter’s brow furrows. “I thought her last name was James?”

I shoot him a look. “Mother’s maiden name, obviously.”

Zane cocks his head. “Fuck it. I’m game. What’s the bet?”

“I’m trying to convince Montford to part with his beloved Mclaren,” Carter sighs.

Zane’s eyes widen a touch, but he takes out the keys to his Ferrari and drops them onto the table, effectively raising the stakes.

Norton shrugs and tosses his own car keys into the pile.

“Now this is more like it,” Carter grins, holding his hands up. “I don’t have mine but consider the Lambo staked.”

With a sigh, I dig mine out of my pocket and throw it on top. “Fine.” Who fucking cares anyway? I’m obviously going to win.

“We might have this one already in the bag, eh Carter?” Zane scoffs.

I give him a hooded look. “What do you mean?”

“She was checking Carter out at rugger,” Zane glances at Carter, who is watching me as though I might just blow my lid. “Got an eyeful the other day. There’s no way she doesn’t want more.”

I give them all a shitty smile. The fucker is winding me up. Still, Zane and Carter together are the only competition I’ve got, if you could call it that. They like to blow each other as much as they like to each take a hole. They are not going to break Bella. I’ll let them soften her up, so she comes running to my arms, but that’s as much as I’ll allow.

“I’m out,” says Pennington, clutching at the keys to his father’s Bentley, knowing full well he’s not got a chance in hell at getting near this one. “Not my type.”

Zane shoots him a look at him and mouths one word. Pussy.

Carter licks his lips. “So what are we betting? The first one to tap that luscious ass or….”