Page 7 of Lessons in Sin

‘I agree.’

I hum, and throw them on, relishing the feel of his shirt, the cotton infused in his scent, as I slide it over my head. I knot it at the side, going for a chic workout look rather than the walk of shame. I really shouldn’t have gone out last night. I knew it was a bad idea, but Katie begged me, and I couldn’t say no and to be honest I can’t find It in me to be sorry considering where the night ended.

Whoever’s pants these are doesn’t matter right now, because here, now, he’s mine.

Unless they belong to a girlfriend.

Fuck.

What if he has a wife.

‘Are you married?’ I blurt out.

‘No.’

‘Girlfriend?’

’No.’

I take a breath. ‘Okay.’

He grins. He does that a lot I’ve noticed - smile I mean but each one seems to hold a different meaning. I like it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot my bag, tucked under the bed, the edge of a condom wrapper lying beside it - classy Scarlett. I scoop it up quickly but leave my dress discarded on the floor - hopefully, this won’t be the last time I’ll be here to pick it up.

Finally, I’m ready to go. I have fifteen minutes to get there, which I’m hoping to god is enough time and that the traffic gods will bless me today. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I force myself to say goodbye. ‘I had a really great time.’

Usually, the morning after doesn’t affect me. I haven’t had that much experience with the concept but enough to know that usually I can leave with no issues and a quick goodbye. This morning shouldn’t be any different, but it is. I don’t want to leave or say goodbye or risk the chance that I won’t see him again.

I want to stay here, with him.

It’s as if he can see the worry etched into my face because he pulls me to him, wrapping his arms firmly around me. ’Me too Scarlett.’ He rests his chin against my head. ‘Now I need your number if you want me to practice my sex voodoo on you again.’

I laugh against his chest in relief. ‘Hmmm, can’t you just magic me to you later tonight?’

’Tonight? Well, aren’t you eager.’

I blush and hit his chest. ’Says the one who was about to pounce on me in the shower.’

We both laugh, but there’s no mistaking the warmth radiating between my thighs or the feel of his cock against me.

Sighing, I pull away. ‘I need to go.’

‘Let me call you a cab. I’d drive you but I’m still more than likely over the limit.’ He reaches for his phone and within a few minutes, a cab is outside blaring its horn.

Tristan leads me outside, his hand on the small of my back. Once I’m settled inside, he hands the man a few twenties. I roll the window down and he leans in, his minty breath caressing my senses as I kiss his cheek. ‘I’ll pay you back.’

His grin makes my nipples harden to points. ‘With a date?’

‘You’re on.’ I laugh as the cab pulls away and speeds off into the LA morning traffic.

Chapter 5

As soon as the cab pulls up outside of the studio, I’m running towards it, shouting a quick thank you to the driver before he speeds off on his way to his next customer.

I don’t even bother searching for my phone, it would only waste time - time I really don’t have.

In the dance industry, Andre is a legend. Being only twenty-nine and already a household name in the ballet industry is a crazy achievement. He’s the whole reason I only applied for colleges in LA. If I was going to be forced into a college degree, I was sure as hell going to make sure I got something out of it.

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