Page 18 of Lessons in Sin

Pulling out my phone I send him a message.

Scarlett: You said no panties on our first date. I’m classing this as our first date.

I part my legs and show him how I did exactly as he said on that message all those weeks ago.

The draft in the room brushes lovingly against the need leaking out of my bare pussy causing me to bite my lip, keeping the gasp that wants to escape me inside. Everyone else is busy, either working or pretending too, leaving me time to tease and taunt him with everything I have.

If Tristan wants to pretend as though we meant nothing, that I meant nothing, well he’ll have to try harder now.

His nostrils flare, as if he can scent my desire on the air, and his eyes grow heated and half-lidded. Biting my lip, I slip a hand beneath the desk, brushing it teasingly against my thigh.

His jaw clenches.

I let my hand creep closer and closer to that forbidden spot until I can feel the heat pulsing like a living thing.

This started as a way to tease him but I’m not sure how much longer I can keep it up without release.

Spreading my legs further apart, I dip my fingers into the warmth at my thighs, spreading it up to my clit before circling that spot of pleasure.

God, it feels good.

My phone vibrates – a message from Tristan.

Tristan: STOP.

I smirk – satisfied as a cream-filled cat and ignore the message but let my hands wander away from my core to rest tauntingly on my thigh again.

But then the spell is broken as Lily leans over to whisper to me.

‘We’re meeting at Harleys on Friday, okay?’

I nod, unable to say anything as a blush heats my face.

When I look back to Tristan, he’s turned away from me and for the rest of the class he refuses to look at me no matter how hard I try.

Chapter 12

The bar is so loud that every word that Noah or Lily says is drowned out, suffocated under the music and chatter of others, forcing us to huddle together until our noses are practically touching.

Not that I particularly care in my current state. Giggling, I take a long sip of my cosmopolitan … the fifth one tonight. After the day I’d had – anther tense, awkward lesson with Tristan - I was determined to drown my sorrows in a pitcher of pink, alcohol-infused liquid.

And I had done just that.

It was stupid, and irresponsible especially since I’d committed myself to an alcohol ban while I was training … but tonight I just couldn’t find it in me to care. Andre was away tomorrow anyway so I’ve got time to sleep off my hangover before my next session with him.

’Never have I ever done anything sexual outside.’ Lily giggles, her face flushed from the alcohol. Oh yea, we’re playing Never Have I Ever.

I take a sip of my drink, my mind flashing back to that night outside the club where I tasted Tristan for the first time while Noah and Lily laugh as only drunk people can, their shocked faces peering into mine.

Tristan.

A sigh passes my lips as I think of him, but even the heartbreak can’t stop the drunken giggle as I explain. ‘I gave someone a blowjob outside of a club!’

‘You dirty slut!’ Lily laughs.

‘I’m jealous.’ Noah pouts.

I stick my tongue out at them both. ‘Both of you could get as much cock or pussy as you’d like.’

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