Bad Teacher

I smile. “Thanks.”

Her lips perk up. “Now, let’s go grab another ice cream. I want that sugar rush!”

Chapter 15

TJ

I pull out the panties and sniff.

God, so fucking perfect.

They smell like sweetness and sin. The perfect combination from a perfect night together.

She had these on when she first kissed me … I’ll remember that and think of it every time I take them out of my drawer for a whiff.

I admit, I’m a sleazy bastard, but I don’t give a fuck when it comes to her.

Apparently, she’s roused a flame in me I thought I’d never find. A girl who could keep me hooked. Someone who fights back just as hard as I push. Someone who can be my match.

And still …

I lower the panties and reluctantly tuck them back into my desk.

The fact remains that I did something that could spark an outrage if found out.

And not just that; if she discovers my entire collection, I’m screwed.

We’re done. Finished.

I can’t let it happen.

The only problem is, am I willing to sacrifice my personal pleasure to gain her affection?

To make her stay?

I don’t know. At least, not yet. Not as long as she isn’t willing to admit there’s more between us than just sex. More than just a spark. If only she’d be willing to explore …

I’m more than willing to discover every nook and cranny of her body, anyway.

I smirk to myself, thinking about what I’m going to do next time I see her.

I’ll make her see she can’t fight against her own desires, nor mine.

I check my watch and tap my desk. It’s Monday, early morning, and she still isn’t here. That, or she hasn’t even said good morning. When I go to check, her desk is still empty. So I decide to text her instead.

TJ: Where are you?

It takes her a while to respond.

Lesley: Coming.

Wish she was.

TJ: You should’ve been here by now.

Lesley: Sorry. Pepper’s sick, and I was bringing the new toy I made.

TJ: Really? I’m curious.

Lesley: If you stop texting me, maybe I can finally go.

TJ: Not in a good mood?

Lesley: That depends on whether you’re going to give me a hard time.

TJ: I won’t, but if you ask nicely, I’ll give you something else hard.

Lesley: Really? Again?

TJ: Too soon?

Lesley: How about never?

TJ: Too late for that.

I grin. I don’t even have to see her face to know she’s fuming.

Lesley: I’m not talking about this via text. I’m coming as soon as I can.

TJ: Good, then we’ll talk when you’re here in person.

She doesn’t respond, which I assume is because she’s still trying to avoid me after everything. When will she learn there’s no denying what we did? She can pretend it never happened all she likes, but it did, and I intend to discuss it.

And I intend to do it again.

I just have to make sure not to expose her to my dirty secrets. Like that panty addiction I have.

It’s a little too early to declare I’ll never sniff them again for her. We haven’t even gotten to the trust stage yet, let alone boyfriend and girlfriend.

For now, I’ll keep my secret … and I’ll make sure I get to keep her too.

It’s about time I settled down. That’s what my pops would say anyway. Not that he’d approve of her, but still, I’m doing the best I can to make him proud. I wonder if he knows.

Not soon after, someone knocks on my door, and it opens before I can even say come in.

“I’m here; I’m here.” She’s puffing, totally out of breath as she puts Pepper on the floor, who immediately runs toward Dozer to play with him.

“Jesus, what did you do?” I ask, laughing a bit.

“I ran,” she mutters. “Five blocks.”

“Why?” I get up from my seat.

“Well, you said I was late,” she says.

“Right … but you look like you’re dying.”

“I’m fine,” she says, sweating like crazy as she wipes off her face. “I just … need a … minute.” She bends over with her hands on her knees, clearly wiped out.

“You didn’t have to run,” I say, walking to her.

“I don’t like being late for work,” she says.

“I really don’t mind. Honestly,” I say, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She quickly jerks back. “You texted me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to start running. It wasn’t that important.”

“Well … it’s work. Of course, it’s important. I wanna keep this job.”

I raise a brow. “So you like it here?”

“Well … yeah. Otherwise, I wouldn’t still be here, would I?”

Her straightforwardness makes me smile. Not a lot of people would dare to say such a thing to their boss. But she does, which is why I admire her. She doesn’t back down and isn’t afraid of anything, except her own failing, even when she didn’t.

“That’s good to hear,” I say. “So … you had something?”