Page 2 of Sinful Touch

I slick my hair back, and my bright green eyes stare back at me in the mirror.

The rolled-up sleeves show off my arm tattoos, and the open top button of my shirt shows off just the tip of my chest tattoo. Because of who I am, the school doesn't say anything about them, or at least that is what I've been told. They are lucky and proud to have someone like me.

I could be on tour right now, but those get boring, and it is nice being home for a little bit; I can only fake a smile for so long before I can no longer fake it.

I have it all, but in the end, it is a mask I wear in front of all my fans. They like me because of what I write, but would they like me if they knew my secrets?

Probably not.

I take a deep breath as I turn around and make my way to my desk, grabbing my planner and notebook. Crossing my large office I step out into the hallway, which is already filled with students who are smacking their way to class.

I slowly make my way through the crowd of students heading towards my first class for today. After this, I have to get shit ready for my upcoming book signing event.

I didn’t ask for so many, but too many students wanted my classes, so I took on more. Maybe this way, the classes will take my mind off of the cravings and desires running through my veins, or at least that is what I am hoping for.

I stop in front of the open door to the large classroom. Steps on either side lead down to the oversized whiteboard, which is positioned right in the middle, just waiting for me to take over.

I slowly make my way into the classroom, heading down the stairs. The room is filling up quickly. I watch as the students start to find their seats. One of the female students is making her way up the stairs looking out over the seats. She has two notebooks and what looks like a book in her hands. I stop momentarily as she continues to make her way up the stairs, not paying any mind to who she is walking towards.

Her blonde hair is pulled back into a messy bun. She is wearing large black glasses, a hoodie, and joggers, which is different from the other girls in this class who dress to impress.

As she continues to walk up the steps, a young man walks past me, heading straight for her. My heart races as she rams into him, causing her to drop all of her things. He pays her no mind as he continues down the stairs. She quickly kneels to grab her things.

I descend the three steps and kneel in front of her. Reaching out, I grab the book she is holding. I look down at the very first book I published: Awakened Craving. A smile forms across my lips as she lifts her head, her ocean-blue eyes locking with mine.

Fuck me.

Her skin is a soft olive color, her glasses take up most of her face, and her eyes rapidly search mine for a moment. I reach out my hand with the book. She breaks her eyes from me and looks at the book in my hand. She quickly reaches out, grabbing it from me.

We both stand up.

“Sorry,” She says softly, so fucking softly.

I tilt my head to the side, looking over her face. Her body language and the fact that she is clutching her things so tight that her knuckles are white tell me she is nervous and uncomfortable.

“There's no need to be sorry; you did not do anything wrong,” I say softly, trying to reassure her nerves.

She looks at me and takes in a nervous breath. “Sorry,” She says again.

Hmm interesting.

I reach out my hand to her; she looks at it for a moment before reaching out her hand and taking mine in hers. I slowly shake it. “Jaxon Fox”

She smiles and shakes her head.

“What?" I ask in a curious voice. I see it in her eyes. She isn’t nervous for a moment, but then, just like that, it returns with overpowering force.

“I know who you are, Mr. Fox,” She says confidently.

“Oh fuck don’t call me that; that is my father,” I cringe. Fuck no, she is not going to call me that.

“What should I call you then?” she asks, looking into my eyes, making my knees go weak.

Oh honey, there are many names I could ask you to call me, fuck me.

“You can call me Jax,” I say with a smile.

“Thank you, Jax, for your help,” She says calmly.

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