Page 9 of Student Seduction
Aiden’s fingers, his mouth, the thick length between his legs that was now prominent beneath his zipper.
“Are you eighteen, at least?”
I bit into my lower lip. “I will be in a few weeks, if that helps any.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Not really.”
I forced my gaze away from him. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Youdon’t know what to do?” He whispered angrily. “I’ve already slept with an underage student on my first fucking day, so I’m resigning, anyway. Screw it. Look at me however you like.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed.
“You’re laughing. Awesome.” Aiden was in pure agony. I could see it all over his face.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered back.
He made a face at me. “They called me to the office, too.”
I shook my head. “No. I mean like here, at my school.”
He sighed. “I work here, Emersyn. I’ve had this job lined up since the spring. I’m not stalking you if that’s what you’re thinking.
I swallowed hard. “I should’ve told you I was still in high school before…” I cleared my throat.
“Yeah, you think?”
“I’m sorry. I’ve never even been called to this office before. I’m a good girl.”
Another groan. “Please stop.” His voice was almost as tortured as his expression. He adjusted himself discretely, shifting his weight in the chair as he tugged at the upper leg of his pants.
Power surged through me at the sight of the effect I was having on him.
I felt so helpless usually. My life was a mountain of insurmountable responsibilities I was constantly juggling. This new feeling was more intense than the high I got from smoking pot with Drew’s sister Stacy one time before she moved out last summer.
Emboldened by his obvious attraction to me, I leaned closer to him and spoke in my sugary sweetest voice. “My friend Drew thinks I turned you on this morning. He said you checked me out when I came in and liked what you saw. He thinks that’s why you were so hateful to me. Is that true, Mr. Singleton?”
He swallowed thickly before staring at me with blazing eyes I couldn’t look away from. Clearing his throat as if that could somehow break the tension between us, he shifted closer to me. When he spoke his voice was low and gravelly.
“All through college, everyone told me, my brother and my friends, that I’d be better off teaching elementary school because girls your age would be troublesome for a guy like me. I didn’t believe it. I didn’t want to tie shoes and kiss boo boos all day. I wanted to teach, to coach hockey, and make an impression at an important time in the lives of young adults. To make a difference.”
“And?”
“And I was fine until you showed up.”
“But you’re not fine now for some reason,” I pointed out.
“I’ve never been attracted to girls younger than me. Not enough to risk everything I’ve worked for anyway. You walked in, carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders… I don’t know. Something in me was unleashed and I couldn’t stop being an ass to you. For that, I am sorry. You didn’t deserve that. I was more mad at me than you.”
“I accept your apology. I’m sorry I was late and inexcusably rude. Typically I am not a rude person. Like I said, I’m a go—”
“A good girl. Yes, I know. Please don’t say it again. Ever.”
My confusion must’ve shown on my face.
He leaned even closer, close enough for me to see the time on his shiny silver watch and smell his aftershave. He didn’t smell like a boy. Like the ones who slathered themselves in sports-themed body washes and axe body spray. He smelled like a man. Like expensive leather. Sharp and bold and male. Enticing and alluring, like a strong drink that tasted so good I could become dangerously intoxicated on it quickly, not noticing how much I’d imbibed until it was too late and I was completely trashed.
When he spoke, his voice was a hypnotic whisper. “When you say you’re a good girl, one that was a very bad girl to me two weeks ago and again this morning, I want to bend you over my desk, lift that tight skirt of yours, and spank you. Then I want to sit you on my lap and make you tell me what a good girl you’re going to be from now on.”
