Page 70 of Baby Duke

"Oh, well, I- uh… I had a date, if you must know."

Law grins widely at his awkward reply. East beams, eyes alight as she waits for some romantic tale our teacher is obviously reluctant and unlikely to give. Brett raises an eyebrow and even West's lips curl up on one side.

"Sir!" I gape with a grin, my uneasiness seemingly evaporating. "Come on, now. Don't leave us hanging. We need details!"

East cuts in as Mr. Foster's cheeks burn impossibly brighter. "Uh, maybe we don't needallthe details," she says awkwardly.

I find my own cheeks heating as I realize how my comment must have sounded. Groaning, I slap a palm to my forehead.

"I have absolutely no control over what comes out of my mouth, Mr. Foster," I say. "Minor details will be fine.”

"Speak for yourself," Law says. "I want to know all about them titties!"

Thankfully, the waitress chooses that moment to start dumping plates onto our table. She doesn't bother asking which plate is who's, just places them unceremoniously onto the table before she heads back to the kitchen for the next lot.

"Baby girl, that chicken burger with the lot has your name on it," Law says, pushing said burger towards me.

The thing is huge, and that's ignoring the massive pile of chips on the side.

"How the hell is my mouth going to fit around that thing!" I gasp, turning the plate this way and that as if that was going to help at all.

"Baby girl, if you can fit Brett’s cock in that pretty little mouth, you can fit the burger."

My eyes practically bug out of my head as Law's words register. I send an alarmed look next to me, hoping Mr. Foster had somehow missed that comment.

No such luck.

His eyebrows have practically disappeared into his hairline, and his jaw has dropped.

"Law!" East hisses. "Mr. Foster and I have absolutely zero interest in hearing about your little orgy! Zip it!"

I let my head hang in shame.

After an awkward silence, Mr. Foster clears his throat.

"I believe that pie is mine."

He leans across me to get his food, pausing briefly as he realizes how close we suddenly are. Too close for a student and teacher to be. He clears his throat awkwardly and pulls his plate in front of him, digging in unceremoniously to avoid any further questions.

The guys start chatting mindlessly about tits and football, but I am barely listening as I practically inhale my meal. I groan, patting my bloated belly after popping the last chip into my mouth.

"So good."

East’s phone chimes, and she snatches it off the table, her face alight with anticipation. I don't have to guess at who she is waiting to hear from. West grunts beside me. Yup, he noticed it too. I throw him a grin which he responds to with an eye roll.

"Oh."

East's disappointed sigh has my attention returning to her. She places the phone gently onto the table before clearing her throat.

"Trent is running late," she says. "Said something about his grandfather needing help. He won't be here for another couple of hours."

Conscious of our teacher listening intently to our every word, we glance at each other helplessly. The guys need to get to the hotel to go over the plan, await instructions from The Den, and prepare for the night.

"East and I could just chill out here until he arrives," I say. "Our plans don't have to change just because Trent isn't here."

West is shaking his head. "No," he says. "I'll stay with the girls, you two," he nods at Brett and Law, "go ahead to the hotel."

"Don't be ridiculous, West," I groan. "Have you forgotten where I come from? I can look after myself. And I would die before letting anything happen to East."

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