Page 37 of Manhattan Secret
I’m not a danger chasing girl.
I live by the rules in order to have a good life.
My blood pressure isn’t meant to go this freaking high and fast and not by getting all discombobulated by a teenage boy.
Here we are, with enough heat scorching between us that I wonder if the sparks can be seen from space and yet a line of propriety separating us from being together is more than clear.
That line not to be crossed is a temptation like no other.
Lachlan Fierrocanhave any girl he wants; of that I’m sure. I don’t think I’m all that good at sex, if I’m being completely honest. I have a wicked gag reflex and any past boyfriends never pursued me this vehemently for my body, ever.
He’s a magnet and just like all those hormonal teen girls, I too am being drawn into his atmosphere against my will.
Again, I have a little say in it.
I just don’t want towantmy student.
Just yesterday as I ate a cobb salad in the cafeteria with Margo, eye-fucking Lachlan discreetly because my stupid brain disobeys me like I’m not the one in charge. Unable to stop watching gorgeous Riley Baker, one of Lachlan’s crew, crane over half of his side of the table, regaling him with something that made him grin.
It had me out of my mind crazy seeing a girl fawning all over him and him lapping it up.
Okay, I have to stop thinking about this. It’s driving me crazier.
He isn’t mine.
Hecan’tbe mine.
And this needs to stop.
Easier said than done.
Intent on telling him that, he keeps on walking until he’s backed me up against the white board, trapping me in the confines of his arms again, skillfully without touching me with anything other than his masculinity oozing out of him like hot yoga steam.
“You can’t do this, Lachlan. We’re at school!”
Great, Laney. You’re meant to tell him he can’t do this at all.At. All.
“I can do anything I want when you’re trembling so hot and bothered by me.”
Jesus, he’s right.
Why does the only man to ever lock into my desires have to bethis man?
It’s not fair.
I’m a good person, I try to do right. Don’t I deserve passion so hot it burns down to the marrow?
Maybe once he’s left for college we can… I don’t know…hook-up or whatever. Burn it out of our systems. But he’ll be all the way in Boston, surrounded by thousands of beauties he won’t have to wait to see, he’ll just open his dorm room door for them to flock inside and drop their underwear for him. Ugh.
Impossible passions suck.
Being a woman with morals and ethics really bites me on the ass when everything in me screams to do the opposite of good and right.
“I don’t like how Kingston looks at you,” He rasps, deep and edgy.
Almost disgruntled, like he isn’t accustomed to the feeling.
It would be laughable if he didn’t have me pinned to the board with the door slightly ajar for anyone to walk through.
