Page 23 of Student Seduction
“Yeah, I see that. Number fourteen. I was just trying to find out his name and—”
“No,” I said evenly while trying to breathe like normal. “That’s Teacher Mc—um, my history teacher. Right there. His name is Aiden Singleton. He’s number fourteen.”
Drew looked up from his phone and clapped his hands. “Well, slap my ass and call me a Kardashian.”
Camille looked from me to him and back again. Then down at the program in her lap. “Here he is. Singleton, Aiden. Number fourteen.Damn.” She watched me for a moment, then checked him out again. “Sweetheart, I hate to tell you this, but I have to agree with Drew this time. That man right there, that hot as hell, sex on skates with the temper, staring like he’s picturing you naked—he is definitely, without a doubt, planning to get in your pants.”
“Again,” Drew added so low only I could hear.
For the next hour, Camille made jokes about Teacher McHotstuff and his “stick” and “scoring” and liking it rough.
I was half ready to choke her. And half hoping she was right.
Aiden scored twice and smiled in a way I’d never seen before. He looked different than he did at school. He looked…free. He got sent to the penalty box once more and he didn’t smile. Instead, I caught a glimpse of a dark look full of dirty promises.
It dawned on me that in another time, a year from now, I could be here as his girlfriend.
But for now, I was his student. Acting on how I felt would cost us both, but would undeniably cost him much, much more. Like his job, the respect of the community, and probably a teaching license he’d worked extremely hard to obtain.
The game was close to ending, with Derek and Aiden’s team winning four to two. I didn’t know if he’d speak to me afterward, and the anticipation was giving me serious anxiety. We’d have to hang around and wait for Derek either way. I had no choice as Camille was my ride.
So he’d see me. Soon. This would be the first time we’d seen one another outside of school since it had started.
Question was, what would he do about it?
