Page 18 of Avoiding Temptation
When he offers me the bottle again, I stupidly take another shot. It almost immediately makes my head spin.
“Right, we need breakfast to soak this up.”
“So we’re not going home to bed, then?”
He turns his heated stare on me and I instantly regret the question. “There would only be one reason we’d end up in bed tonight, babe, and it wouldn’t be for sleeping.” My lips form an O, my heart pounding rapidly. If he could get me off as easily as he did in the club when we were both fully dressed, I can only imagine how skilled he might be once naked. “But you said no one-night-stand, so breakfast it is.”
With the half-empty bottle of tequila in one hand and mine in the other, we set off once again.
He directs us to a kebab shop and takes the liberty of ordering for both of us. I’m grateful, because I’d have no clue what to order anyway. I’m a kebab virgin, although I’m not drunk enough to admit that one out loud.
Chapter Eight
Joe dropsme off at my building just before sunrise with a sweet kiss on the cheek and a sexy smile.
He was the perfect gentleman, aside from those few moments in the club, and as I climb the stairs to my tiny flat, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. Who knew that bad boy who turned up to his first lesson looking so unsure of himself would help me cross a few things off my to do list with such style?
“Shit,” I gasp when I see the clock on the oven as I let myself in. I’ve only got an hour until I need to teach my first class of the day.
I peel my new clothes from my body and step into my shower, needing to wash the scent of last night’s alcohol and nightclub from my body. If I’m intending to go to work still slightly intoxicated, at least I can make an effort to smell fresh.
Seeing as I’ve still not been to the bloody laundrette, I’m stuck with the only thing left in my wardrobe: a baby pink twinset and a grey a-line skirt. I can’t help laughing as I pull it on, thinking about what Joe’s opinion would be. He’d probably want to rip it from my body if he were to catch me wearing it. Those thoughts have memories of his hands on me last night consuming me as I blow dry my hair and apply my makeup.
I stop off and pick up a large cappuccino with a double shot of coffee in the coffee shop where everything started last night. I can’t help wishing that we could do it all over again. It was by far the best night of my life and totally worth the exhaustion that’s starting to take over my body right about now.
* * *
My first classof the day has just settled into its first task when my phone vibrates against my desk. Risking a glance at it, my lips twitch into a smile when I see his ridiculous email address.
To: Quinn Smith
From: Tatstwatsandarseholes
Subject: I can show you the world...
Dear Miss Smith
I hope you enjoyed your magic carpet ride and aren’t feeling the effects too badly this morning.
If you ask me, it could easily be turned into an epic love story.
I’m ready to analyse the next chapter if you are.
Yours,
Mr. Kingsman
My phone tremblesin my hand. I shouldn’t be doing this, and I really shouldn’t be this excited about it.
I’m still staring at it when a shadow falls over me. “Shit,” I squeak, shoving my phone deep into my bag when I find Eddie at the other side of my desk, also looking down at my phone.
“Morning,” I sing happily, hoping to cover up the blush on my cheeks and the fact I only drank some tequila a couple of hours ago.
“Is…everything okay?” His brows are drawn together as he assesses me.
“Y-yeah, of course. This class is great.”
“I was asking about you. You look like you didn’t get any sleep last night.” My heart immediately thunders against my chest. Fuck, does he know?
