Page 34 of Teacher's Pet

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The only upside was the lack of verbal acknowledgment from his end. He’s not groaning or growling, so the little makeout session couldn’t be that good, or good at all.

I did need air, though, holy shit.

I can’t hold it anymore.

I take a small peek, luckily, her back was to me, and he’s hugging her. He’s wearing black and red Christmas PJs and nothing else.

I don’t mind the view, not at all. I could make out the curve of his abdomen from here.

Holy—

Then my stupid phone decided to make noise.

A call.

Fuck.

I dived under and hit the big red button instantly. Fuck waterproof phones.

“What was that?” she asked.

“Let me see. Stay back.”

The pool is a foot deep before the waterline shows, so while I could breathe here, I could also hear his footsteps coming closer.

Shit, I’m going to have to go back under.

Won’t he see me?

It’s dim. Maybe not.

I took a deep breath and went back under.

Then I felt it, my hair, yanked hard.

I looked up, and Mr. Thorne stared down at me with nothing short of anger. Jaw tight, molars grinding.

“What is it?” she asked, bewildered. “Is it that stray cat again? Poor baby.”

His eyes are locked on me, soaked and caught, pure murder in his stare.

“No. Just a tree branch.” He let go, but leaned down and whispers—

“Don’t move.”

Then he stood.

“It’s cold. Let’s go inside.”

“But I wanted to swim.”

“Not today. How about I set you up a hot bath?”

“Mmm, will you be joining?” she teased.

Their footsteps faded.

He’s kidding himself if he thinks I’m waiting here. Oh, hell no.

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