Page 25 of Brutal Savage

I follow her to her desk, and she settles across from me, nervously clearing her throat.

I like it. I like making her nervous and uncomfortable around me.

“I see.” She sighs and sits up straighter, that blouse stretching across her full breasts.

My God, what the hell is going on with me and this woman? My attraction for her has no bounds. I need it to end. It won’t do me any good.

She notices where my eyes have just been, and those cheeks get even pinker. Wonder how pink her pussy is and how much of me she can fit.

There I fucking go again.

“I’m Tynan Quinn, by the way.”

“Nice to officially meet you.” She absently plays with the ends of her hair. “So what did you want to speak to me about?”

“I wanted to see how Brody was doing in your class since you’ve taken over.”

“Yes, right. I was sorry to hear about Mrs. S’s car accident, but Brody has adjusted very well. In fact, he’s been great since I took over. He pays attention and does his work on time.”

Her kindness and adoration for Brody shines in her eyes as she looks past me at him.

“I can definitely see that. It’s also why I was wondering if you’d be willing to see him after class at my home, maybe for an hour or two a day. I’d pay you well, of course.”

She scoots the chair closer to her desk. “Like extra help?”

“Yeah, sure. Homework, maybe talk to him, get him to open up to you.” I run a hand down my face. “Look, I’ll be honest. I haven’t seen him the way he is with you, not since before his parents died, so I need your help.”

My shoulders sag. I’m so damn tired. Just need him to be okay.

“He hasn’t talked in a year, and I don’t know if he ever will. But seeing the way he just smiled at you, the way he doesn’t mind when you get close, it gives me hope. And that’s more than I’ve ever had before.”

Her eyes grow soft and her gaze drops to her lap. She’s considering it.

“This isn’t exactly typical, and I’d need to check with the school if it’s allowed.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” I hit her with the best damn smile I’ve got.

“May I think about it?”

Fuck.

“Sure. Let me give you my personal cell, and you can call me if you decide to take me up on it. I’d pay a thousand an hour for your services.”

“What?! One thousand dollars for an hour?” She stares at me open-mouthed. “Are you that rich?” A hand falls to her chest. “Oh God, sorry. That was so not appropriate.”

Her flustering is damn cute.

“That’s quite alright, Ms. Hill.” The corner of my mouth tips up.

What is she doing to me? When the hell did I ever smile this much? When did I want to?

I grab a notepad from her desk and write down my number.

“Could you stop saying my name like that?” She leans in with a whispered shout.

“Like what?” Of course I know exactly what I’m doing.

“Like you’re, uh…flirting with me?”

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