Page 6 of Tempting Teacher

“Oh, I can hardly wait to hear what’s going to come out of your mouth next.” He chuckles. “Please, by all means, go ahead.”

“Are you a prostitute?”

Chapter Three

~Xander~

“Fuck, you are definitely full of surprises, aren’t you?” I throw my head back, barking out a laugh as I admire the moon above us.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend you.” She scoots forward in her chair. “It’s just that Serena said that her mother hired you to, well, you know, keep my uncle’s secretary busy tonight.”

“You mean, Natasha?” I clarify.

She nods, but for once stays blessedly silent. I stare at her for several long moments, knowing she’s uncomfortable when she starts to squirm in her seat. Putting her out of her misery, I continue. “The correct term is escort. I’m not a prostitute.”

“But you take money to be with people.” She counters, my temper starting to flare just enough for my pulse quicken.

When I had noticed her earlier laughing with her friends, the way her face lit up sparked something inside of me I hadn’t felt in ages. Natasha grew bored when Nicholas ignored her, so had called an Uber and left, giving me the perfect opportunity to follow this blonde mystery to the beach. Now I was beginning to wonder if I had made a mistake.

“I work for an agency that arranges dates for an event. Like the one here tonight. Or perhaps a dinner, or to the theater or a ballet. It’s easier for people to have someone on their arm instead of going alone.”

“And you have sex with them?” She persists.

“No.” I blow out a sigh, clenching my hands together between my knees so I don’t wrap them around her neck, then shrug. “Well, sometimes.”

“So, you are a prostitute!” She declares in victory.

I close my eyes, pray for patience, then open them, her full lips stretched into a smile so breathtaking my heart skips a beat. I draw in a lung full of air, and am about to speak when she hops out of her chair and starts pacing back and forth.

“I have an idea but I don’t know if you’re going to like it, but I may never get a chance like this again, so if I don’t ask, I’ll always regret it, and then I will always wonder what could have happened if I had just asked, so I’m just going to ask.” She rattles on, her words spewing out faster than I can digest, but when I do, I almost groan out loud at what I think she’s going to ask me.

“No, I will not take your virginity.” I announce before she has a chance to even ask.

“What?” She skids to a halt, sand springing up around her feet onto my Gucci loafers, her eyes popping wide as she leers down at me. “I am not a virgin.”

“Really?” I laugh out loud. “I’m quite surprised, frankly.”

“I’ve had sex.” She stomps her foot down, crossing her arms over her tits, which I just happen to notice are peaked. “Almost twice.”

“Almost twice?” I chuff. “You’ve either had someone’s cock in you or you haven’t. If you aren’t sure, I’d hedge on the fact it’s a no.”

“Of course, I’m sure.” She flops back into her chair again, heaving a loud sigh. “It was just fast. So, so fast.” She shares, slapping a hand over her face. “It was barely in and then he came, and it was over and out.”

“Twice.” I hold two fingers up, trying not to laugh.

“Don’t mock me.” She huffs. “You have no idea what it’s like growing up in a town with only twenty boys in your entire class. Most of them feeling like your brother because you’ve known them your entire life.”

“How old are you?” I wonder out loud, hoping for my sake she’s not just out of fucking high school.

“I’m twenty-three.” She sighs, like she’s ancient.

I exhale as well, in relief, knowing I still had some morals in not wanting to bed or be attracted to an eighteen-year-old. “And you didn’t meet anyone in college?”

“That was in college!” She reveals, flinging a hand in the air. “And that’s why I want to hire you.”

“You want to what?” I repeat, not sure I heard her correctly. She stands again, but this time it’s to move over to my chair, her small frame sitting on the wide arm, her body facing mine.

“I want to hire you.” She licks her lips, her fingers rubbing together in her lap as she rushes on. “I want you to teach me how to do things a girl my age should know how to do by now.”

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