Page 17 of Teach Me to Fly

He doesn’t answer, and he’s gone before I can ask again, leaving nothing but the faint scent of his cologne behind. I stare at the empty doorway, my heart thudding annoyingly loud in my chest.

Unknown Number:

What’s your email address?

Me:

Who is this?

Unknown Number:

Tall.

Blond.

Handsome.

Probably has opinions about your fouettés.

Me:

Reign?

Unknown Number:

I always knew you thought I was handsome.

My cheeks burnas I add his number to my phone.

Me:

Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington. What do you want?

Reign of Terror:

Your email…unless you’d rather I drop the contract off in person.

My heart pounds violently as I picture him turning up at my doorstep this late at night, but instead of scaring me, it turns me on, andthatscares me.

Reign of Terror:

Me:

You’re ridiculous.

Reign of Terror:

That’s not a no.

I roll my eyes and send him my email address.

Me:

How did you get my number, anyway?

Reign of Terror:

It’s a secret.

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