Page 13 of Teaching Cayden

“So teach me.” I grinned as her face fell. “Sorry. Wrong choice of words.”

“This isn’t funny, Cayden.” She climbed off my lap and reached for her discarded shirt. “I could lose my position for this.”

“I know that.” I sighed as I too reached for my shirt. “I didn’t want to do this because I know what’s at risk, but now I don’t think you could pay me to stay away.”

“I don’t want you to stay away.” She smiled as she packed her messenger bag.

“So what now?” I flung my arms out to the side. It seemed that we weren’t any better off now. To me, we were worse off and I had the blue balls to prove it.

As she finished packing her books, she turned to me. “There are only six weeks left of the semester. How about I give you private study sessions at my place until then? After that, I won’t be your teacher anymore.”

“Well, that solves one problem. What about your brother?” I too began packing my things up. No way was I getting anything done in here today. I’d never get anything done in here ever again with the mental picture this room would now bring me.

“One problem at a time.” She pursed her lips. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Fine,” I conceded, “but this has disaster written all over it.”

“I don’t know about that.” She grinned. “I have my own place, and it’s private, and if you’re a good boy I’ll give you a treat.” She winked as she unlocked the door and slipped out as easily as she’d slipped in.

What the fuck kinda hell did I just agree to be a part of? This was going to end badly, but I just couldn’t seem to tell her no. Addison Porter had a serpent’s tongue and she sure as hell knew how to use it.

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