Page 142 of The Forbidden Note

She coughs and looks at me again. “Uh… or are you Sol?” I see her eyes darting back and forth behind her face mask. “You’re all tall. And standing together like The Kings. But I can’t tell which is which…”

Dammit.

Us hanging out makes it obvious who we are.

Finn gets the same revelation because he stalks away without a word.

Sol fades into the shadows, disappearing with his vodka punch and his secrets.

The girl pushes up against me and sniffs. Her mouth opens in a sigh and she whispers, “Definitely, Zane. I’d recognize the smell of leather and exhaust anywhere. You came here on your bike?”

I finally recognize her voice.

She’s the girl I screwed in the wilderness a few nights ago.

“I was waiting for you to get here.” Her fingers curl into my arm and she starts tugging. “This dance is boring. Want to find a free classroom and have some fun?”

I shake her off.

Her eyebrows hike so far, I can see it above the mask.

“Don’t you want to?” she whines.

I do.

But not with her.

I want Miss Jamieson.

In her classroom.

On top of her desk.

I want her choking on my kisses.

I want her hoarse from groaning my name.

I want her legs sprawling open, to an audience of empty chairs and my greedy eyes.

There are so many dirty lessons I want to teach her.

Maybe I’ll even give her homework.

Starting with what her punishment will be whenever she uses that teacher voice on me. It’s a stern, know-it-all tone and I want to ram her into the nearest wall and drag her skirt down to her ankles each time I hear it.

Would she let me have her tonight?

I bet she would.

Or at least she’ll want to.

There is nothing sexier than touching her and watching her fight to maintain a teacher-student distance. Knowing she can’t. Knowing she wants me as much as I want her.

I’m lost in thoughts of Grey and I don’t even realize I’ve still got company.

Not until the chick runs her hand down my chest.

“Zane, we’ve been hooking up for a while now. Don’t you think we should—”

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