Bad Teacher

I should definitely have more sex, just to prevent myself from craving him. I mean, I do like casual sex, but I’ve been so busy running my panty-scheme and trying to find a job that I just don’t have the time for sex. Let alone a boyfriend. Nope. I definitely need to find some random hookup. That, or pull my trusty vibrator from the closet.

Especially when he just takes off his shirt … right here in my living room.

I gulp.

The shoulder and back muscles that appear beneath capture my attention, and not just a little bit. My eyes are practically bulging out of my head as he marches toward the bathroom and throws his shirt down with little to no care.

That sexy body dragged me out of the water. He lifted me up and held me close to him as he tried to bring me to the shore. I came so close … and then I screwed it for myself. Why did I do that again? Oh right, because I want to be my own boss. Stupid. I should’ve just let him touch me.

Oh, yes. I’m practically drooling over my shoes at the thought. Fuck.

Roll in that damn tongue, girl.

He throws his jacket on the counter and puts his shoes on the floor. Then he pulls off his soaked socks and pants, revealing his mighty calves. He must go to the gym often to look like this, but my question is … Who’s he doing all the work for? Another girl? Not that it should matter. I mean, I don’t have a shot. I shouldn’t even take a shot; he’s my damn boss.

Annoyed with myself and my own dirty thoughts, I furrow my brows, but still, I can’t take my eyes off him.

He turns around and stares right back at me.

And I’m left horrified and stunned.

“Are you looking at me?” A smug grin spreads across his face.

“N-no, I wasn’t,” I stammer, barely able to keep my eyes from his abs, which are now clearly visible as he’s turned my way.

He’s so damn sexy, and to think that I was in the water with … that. I’m impressed. I never thought he’d be this good looking. I wasn’t looking hard enough. Then again, he’s still kind of an ass.

He snorts. “Yeah, you were.”

Case in point.

Before my face turns red, I spin on my heels and run to the bedroom. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

What the fuck are you doing, Lesley?

Get a hold of yourself.

I slap myself in the cheeks and open the drawer, determined not to get distracted again. Rummaging through the old clothes, I find one of my ex’s shirts and a pair of pants that he left when he ran. I hope they’re the right size.

When I bring them back to him, I notice he’s stripped down to his underwear, and the sight makes me swallow a whole load of air.

“You can wear these,” I say, trying my best to keep my voice steady as I place them on the bathroom counter. “Leave your clothes here; I’ll dry them and get them back to you tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” he says, grabbing the pants. His abs flex with pure muscle as he slides them over his legs, and I can’t help but stare. Goddamn this man.

He points at the fresh clothes and says, “I’ll bring these back to you steam cleaned tomorrow.”

“Oh, no, don’t bother,” I say, leaning against the doorpost. “Keep them.”

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah, I’m glad to be rid of them.”

He frowns, and for a second there, I’m worried he might start asking questions, but luckily, he keeps his lips sealed.

“I’ll go get changed too,” I say before things get uncomfortable, and I hop back into the bedroom. I really need the breather. Staring at that body too long gets my heart racing, and that can’t be good.

With the door closed, I pull off all my clothes and dab myself with a towel before putting on a new floral dress and some cute slippers. The weather is nice enough, and we still have to walk back to the office, so I might as well enjoy it.

I quickly pull out my phone to text my mom again because she asked me to keep her in the loop. She’s always worried about me, even when she shouldn’t be.

Me: Did you know Morrows sells dog toys?

Mom: Yes, and a bunch of other stuff.

Me: I didn’t. But anyway, they actually gave me a dog to take care of.

Mom: A dog? Pics!

Me: All right.

Pepper’s lying on the floor, and she tilts her head up the moment I look at her. Perfect for a snapshot, which I send to my mom.

Mom: Adorable!

Me: I guess.

Mom: I know you don’t like dogs, but you should give it a chance. This one looks too cute.

Me: I know, I know. I’ll do my best.