Page 22 of Teaching Cayden

After the run in I had with Addison this morning, studying and homework were the last thing on my mind. The last two weeks had been spent trying to avoid her, and now I’m sitting here in my room trying to plan out a way to maximize my time with her. I found a new tutor last week. It turns out that one of the new pledges is a math whiz. He’s been helping me with the problems I can’t figure out, and based on the B that I got on my last test, he knows his stuff.

I spent the afternoon coming up with a date where I could actually take Addison, and not worry about running into people from the house. Will finding out about us before I was ready to tell him bothered me more than the whole teacher thing.

The ride to Addison’s apartment was nerve wracking. I felt like a fifteen-year-old who was working up the courage to kiss a girl for the first time. I parked in the same spot as I had before, and climbed out. I jogged up the steps and paused at her door. I took a moment to calm myself before knocking. When the door cracked open, Addison peered around from behind it. “Hey.” I smiled as I rocked back on my heels.

“Hey. I need your help.” She opened the door wider, but remained hidden behind it.

“Okay.” I blinked a few times in confusion as I stepped inside. “What’s up?”

After she closed the door, she finally showed herself, and I couldn’t help but frown in confusion. “I thought you were okay with this?” I scanned her robe covered body.

She shivered under my stare as she shifted on her feet, causing the silk to sway around her thighs. “I am, really. I’m just worried about what to wear.” She grimaced. “I mean, you said casual. I didn’t know if that meant shorts or jeans, or what.”

“You can wear whatever you want.” I shrugged as I glanced down at my khaki shorts and dark green polo.

“Obviously not.” She rolled her eyes as she motioned at me. “You’re all… this.”

“What’s that mean?” I shook my head.

“Nothing,” she mumbled. “Give me five minutes.” She turned and rushed off toward the bedroom, the breeze from her movements causing the robe to rise up, showing the very tops of her thighs.

“Sweet Jesus, it’s gonna be a long night.” I groaned internally. Within five minutes, just like she promised, Addison reappeared wearing a pale pink sundress. Her dark locks were pinned up in the messy knot with loose curls falling haphazardly around her face and shoulders. She nailed the pretty/messy perfectly. She slipped her feet into a pair of sandals before grabbing a small purse off the table and meeting me at the door.

“All set.” She smiled as she reached around me to open the door. “Where are we going?” she asked as she locked the door behind us.

“You’ll have to wait to find out.” I shrugged as I reached for her hand. The moment my fingers brushed hers, she pulled back.

“Someone might see,” she whispered.

“How do plan to explain going somewhere with me all dressed up if they do?” I stiffened unintentionally.

“I’m sorry.” Her shoulders slumped. “This is uncharted for me. When do I need to worry? When do I let it go?”

I lifted my palm and dragged it down my face. This was my fault. I’m the one that made her paranoid. “I’m sorry too,” I grumbled. “I guess I forgot. I’m trying to take you on a nice date. My parents instilled my gentlemanly qualities so deep that I’m having a hard time breaking them.” I chuckled lightly. “You’re right. I’ll wait until we get to where we’re going, but I can tell you this,” I grinned as I scanned her body with a wolfish stare, “nothing’s holding me back when we do.”

“I’m counting on it.” She bit her lip before walking ahead of me and swaying her delectable hips.

I was so screwed. I thought I’d had the upper hand here tonight with us going somewhere in my territory, but apparently, I was wrong. I was so wrong. Addison Porter was going to be my biggest challenge yet.

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