Page 17 of Student Seduction
He paced like a caged animal the entire time. Glaring at me. Glaring at Drew.
Hating the entire room as if we were all to blame.
I grew so hot from his scrutiny I had to place my mass of wavy hair into a high ponytail to get it off my damp neck. My pulse thrummed steadily until I was certain it was visible. My hand shook as I wrote.
I could feel his unwavering gaze on me. Heat flared everywhere it touched. My face, my chest, my neck.
I was ready to sprint out of the room when the bell rang. But when he said my name, I was cemented to my seat.
“Miss Tyler, stay just a moment. I need to speak with you.”
Drew made a dick sucking motion with his mouth and hand on his way out the door and I made a face at him. Ass.
Once everyone was gone, I focused on my breathing.
Aiden shut and locked the door. The click echoed, reverberating loudly off the walls and into my skull.
I couldn’t force my throat to swallow properly, so if he really did want a blow job, now was not a good time.
“Why is Drew Echols grabbing your ass and talking about getting your dress on his floor?”
His words ricocheted through me like perfectly aimed bullets. I stared straight ahead silently. Like his pop quiz, there was no correct answer to this. And we both knew he had no right to ask.
He folded his arms across his chest. “Is that why you blew me off? For him? I thought you said he was…not like that with you.”
I sucked in a lungful of air. “I’m unclear as to how this is relevant to history class, Mr. Singleton.”
His glare fixated on me like a laser beam. “Answer the goddamn question, Emersyn. Did you lie to me, or did you start fucking your friend recently?”
“That’s two questions.”
He leaned so close I could smell the mint gum on his breath. “Are you fucking him or not?”
Shock made my face tingly. I allowed my eyes to meet his ignited glare. “Why do you care either way?”
He smacked his fist on the desk beside me and I jumped. “You’re driving me crazy. Faster and farther every damn day. Your body. Your smile. The way you carry yourself. The way you look at me. The way you seem so above the drama all of your peers are constantly caught up in.” He was nearly panting. “I’m trying. So help me, I’m trying to behave myself. Trying to forget what we did. I am. But I’m twisted up six ways to Sunday trying to figure out why you’d be sleeping with him when you’ve been looking at me like…like…”
I leaned forward in my seat, riding the high working him up like this gave me. “Like what, Mr. Singleton?”
“Don’t be cute, Emersyn. And don’t be coy. It’s not you.” He walked over to his desk and sat on the edge of it. “Find the girl from last week, the one that boldly told me to go fuck myself the first day of school. When you do, tell her to come by because I’d like to talk to her.”
“Do you have a class this period?”
He frowned. “No. It’s my preparatory period. Why?”
This was it. I could make a move, a real move, now, taking something I wanted, or I could cower down, back into my hiding place where I’d been just surviving my life for the past few years.
I stood and walked slowly to his desk, pulling that girl he wanted closer to the surface with each step.
When I was close enough that our chests were nearly touching, I stopped and looked into his glorious face.
“That girl is always here, Mr. Singleton. Drew was messing with you. He notices things. He thinks we’re hot for each other and I’ve repeatedly denied it. He saw me get jealous of the art teacher you were flirting with. He was proving a point.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
His jaw flexed and I reached up instinctively to touch him. His stubble tickled my fingertips. When he didn’t respond, I dropped my hand.
“You’re the only man who’s ever been inside me. I’ve only had one boyfriend, ever, and we never made it that far. My life is…complicated. It doesn’t allow for boyfriends, multiple sexual partners, and normal teenage stuff. Partying and makeup and Instagram or whatever it is you think I do in my spare time. The truth is, I have no spare time.”
