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“It doesn’t have to be a tease…”

I cup her cheek and turn her face to mine. “I love that you want to do that for me, but tonight was all about you.”

“But-”

“No buts. I won’t take advantage of you. If you still want me next time… then there will be no stopping me from claiming your tight cunt. It’ll be mine.”

She blinks up at me with lustful eyes. “Next time…”

“Yes, next time,” I growl. “Next weekend. If you want more, meet me here Saturday night.”

Darlene closes her eyes with a small smile and snuggles into my hold. Even though I’m still desperately hard, it’s made more bearable by the knowledge that she’s just as excited for next time as I am.

Chapter Three

Darlene

The weekend fliesby in a flurry of unpacking boxes and daydreaming about Colt. I’ve never in my life felt so instantly connected to another person. It’s scary how in sync we were Friday night. Needless to say, we made plans for this coming weekend. I think I’m more excited about that than I am about starting my new job. Which I’m going to be late for if I don’t get in gear and leave.

The school is only a five-block walk from my apartment. Even though there is a chill in the air, I decide to walk. A little exercise might work off some of the sexual tension that’s kept me on a hair-trigger since Friday night when Colt walked me to my car and kissed me half to death.

Just thinking about it has me feeling hot under the collar. I take off my heels and drop them in my bag and slip on my flats for the walk. I take a big breath of the crisp fall air and sigh. I love fall. The wind is colder than I thought, and I regret not bringing my coat as a chill runs through me. I consider turning around for my car but don’t. The school is just ahead, looming tall over the surrounding buildings.

I take in the school, pausing briefly to enjoy the beauty of it. Thurston Academy is a three-story brick masterpiece. It looks almost like a castle with an old-world charm. It gives the same feel as any of the many Ivy League schools that populate the east coast.

I nearly lose my footing when someone bumps into my back. A student with a letterman’s jacket mumbles an apology as he lumbers into the building. I spent so long admiring my new place of employment that I didn’t realize that the school was starting to fill up with students. I shake my head at my silliness and head into the building.

Excitement courses through me as I pull open the doors and head to the office to collect my class rosters.

“Miss Larson!” Judy, the administrative assistant, says happily. “So good to see you again.”

“Darlene, please,” I correct with a smile. “How was your weekend, Judy?”

“Darlene, then,” she says with a smile. “It was good. Just puttered around in the garden with my husband John. What about you? Did you get unpacked?”

My cheeks heat with a blush at the reminder of just how little I got done this weekend. I couldn’t concentrate on anything and spent half the weekend daydreaming with my fingers in my panties. “Eh, some… You know how it is.”

She laughs. “That I do. I hate unpacking. It’s the worst part of moving.”

I nod in agreement.

“Oh,” she snaps her fingers. “You’re here for your class rosters, and I’m just over here jabbering your ear off when you need to get ready before first period.”

She quickly goes through the folders on her desk, finding the one that’s marked with my name and handing it to me.

“You know where you’re going, right?”

“Yep.” I look towards the principal's darkened office, thinking it’s weird that he hasn’t introduced himself yet. I was here twice last week, and he wasn’t here either time. Maybe things are just done differently in the city. The principal of my own school handled new hires and school tours on his own. Thurston Academy has a huge school board that seems to make all the hiring decisions.

“Is Mr. James in?” I ask curiously.

“He’s around here somewhere. He likes to walk the halls in the mornings. Have you met him yet?”

I shake my head. “No, he wasn’t here when I came in Friday to prep my room.”

“Well, you’ll meet him today, I’m sure.”

A harried-looking teacher rushes into the room, and Judy turns her attention to her. “Melinda, whatever is the matter?”

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