Bad Teacher

“Okay, enough about him. How was class? Did I miss anything?”

“Miss anything? Well, apart from his cute booty … no, I don’t think so.”

I sigh out loud and shake my head. “You didn’t pay attention, did you? You just stared at his ass.”

“What?” She shrugs. “I can’t help it. If there’s good ass, I need to study it. They should give me points for that. In fact, an entire class should be dedicated to judging butts all day long. I’d fucking ace it.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, that’s enough tequila for you, Les.” I try to take away her glass, but she isn’t having it.

“No, I think I’ll have another one.”

“Let’s just dance,” I say.

She pulls the glass back so hard, the contents spill over and onto her shirt. “Ugh! Look at this. Now, I’m all wet.”

“That’s probably the first time in weeks,” I muse, and she gasps, then slaps my arm.

“Not funny, bitch. And for the record, I had sex”—she clears her throat—“last week.” She pulls my arm and drags me off my stool. “C’mon, we’re going to the toilet, and you’re gonna help me clean up.”

We go into the bathroom, where I grab a few pieces of toilet paper, and she pulls off her shirt. “No one here anyway,” she says as she holds her shirt above the sink and squeezes out the liquid.

“Here.” I hand her the toilet paper. “I don’t have anything else.”

“This is fine,” she says, dabbing them into the wet spots. “It’ll have to do.” When she’s done, she says, “Can you wait a minute? I need to use the bathroom.”

“Sure.”

I stay near the sink, while she goes into a stall.

And then I literally hear the biggest fart in the entire fucking world.

“What the fuck,” I mumble.

“Sorry.” She giggles out loud, and another fart comes out. “Fuck, I think this is gonna be a smelly one.”

“Okay, I’m gonna wait outside,” I say, laughing my ass off.

“I’m dying!” I hear a painful moan and then another fart, which is my cue to go.

As I walk out, I take out my cell phone to check the time, but when I put it back in my pocket, I bump into someone.

“Shit, sorry.”

“No problem.”

Fuck.

That.

Voice.

It’s as if fate is sticking its middle finger in my face right now.

This can’t happen twice, can it?

Yes, it fucking can, because he is standing in front of me. Again.

Thomas fucking Hard.

Boy, is he hard to avoid.

Chapter 4

Thomas

Of all the people I run in to … this girl shows up?

I never expected to see her again in this joint … let alone in my classroom.

The girl I fucked last night is my fucking student.

It can’t get any more fucked up than that.

“Well,” I say, clearing my throat, “this is awkward.”

“Yeah …” She tucks her red hair behind her ear, and I can’t help but look at her mouth as she sucks on her bottom lip. They still look kissable as hell.

Fuck me; this is messed up.

“Aren’t you my student?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

“I think so,” she says.

“I saw you in class yesterday.” I cock my head. “You were the one who ran.”

Her cheeks stain red. Not that I didn’t already know who she was. I just want her to know that I know it was her.

And I know exactly why she ran too.

“You didn’t know I was your teacher,” I say.

She slams her lips shut and looks away.

“You had sex with your teacher,” I mumble under a heavy breath.

She suddenly grabs my shirt and pulls herself up to eye level. “Forget about it. Please.”

I smirk and shake my head. “Forget about it? How? I can’t exactly erase your body from my mind.” I grab her hands and push them away until I have her backed against the wall. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you. From the moment you showed up in my classroom, I knew I was fucked.”

“You? You mean me!” she says.

I place a hand on the wall behind her. “We fucked up. But I could never forget about you.”

Her breathing picks up, and she swallows as my eyes drift over her outfit. She’s wearing a little black dress with high heels, and her hair is brushed back. Not as raunchy as when I met her, but still very sexy. Too sexy.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“None of your business.” She glowers. “Why are you here anyway?”

“Why would I tell you if you won’t tell me?” I raise my brows.

“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes. “Let’s just forget this ever happened.”

“No, I don’t think so. I know your name now.” Her eyes flicker with bewilderment. Yeah, I know because I checked my list the moment I saw her in my class. And maybe I asked around a little. I lick my bottom lip, wondering how she’ll react. “Hailey Walters.”

I take my time pronouncing her name because I want to do it right. It rolls nicely off my tongue, like something I could get used to saying a lot.