Page 10 of Teach Her (School of Seduction 2)

“Tonight. His name’s Garrett, and he’s a Personal Trainer. I met him at the gym.”

“Is he really, extremely, fantastically toned? Like mega hot bod, thick set arms, thighs that could crush bricks?”

“He so is.”

“I’m insanely jealous. Wear your sexiest underwear and fuck his brains out. Ride him like an exercise bike.”

“I was wondering what to wear.”

“Oh, you got to do the whole polite thing first? Not just straight back to his for an up close and personal, personal training sesh? Boring.” She bit on her lip. “Okay, well where are you going?”

“Olive Garden and then the Rockefeller Center.”

“Skinny jeans and a tank, with a sweater to throw over your shoulders. A push up bra to make the most of those tits.” She appraised me. “Ponytail, so if it gets breezy up top you don’t have hair in your face. Make-up but no lipstick. Your fringe will stick to it, plus hopefully you’ll be locking lips with him. You don’t want to look like Heath Ledger’s Joker.

“You’re the one with the green face.”

“It’s not fair, Don should have to take a turn. Men should have to do half the pregnancy.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that thought is worth having, babe.”

She groaned again.

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sp; “Hey, at least you have the love of your life and a family on the way. My most intimate relationship is with my toothbrush.”

Tana quirked a brow.

“With my mouth... for brushing my teeth... you dirty minded woman.”

“Well, you have time to change that now. Right, I’d better get back to class and see if I can make it through a class without running to the bathroom. Don’t drink too much tonight or you might be the same.”

“I’m okay. There’s a talk tomorrow morning with a guest speaker, so I don’t have a class until eleven. Until then I will drink lots of coffee in the staff room under the pretense of marking textbooks.”

“Lucky, bitch.”

We stood up, and I gave her a hug. “I hope it passes quickly for you, babe. Though you still look incredible.”

“Really?” Tana answered perplexed.

“Well, like the incredible hulk, anyhow.”

She punched me on the arm. “You made me move again. Speak soon.” She dashed off, no doubt toward the nearest bathroom.

I dressed as she suggested and I met up with Garrett outside Olive Garden. The meal passed quickly and easily. It was our first date but the third time we had drunk or eaten together and we had fallen into a relaxed pattern of ordering and conversation. We spoke about where we lived. Garrett shared with another guy so I took the hint that we wouldn’t be going back to his apartment after our date.

“What about you?” He asked. “Where do you call home?”

“I have a small studio apartment in Brooklyn.” I explained. “It’s one big room with a separate bathroom. I really hope to get something bigger soon. I’m currently saving, but it will do for now. There is less room for me to mess up as I am not the tidiest person.”

“Seriously? I thought a teacher would be obsessional about having things in order.” Garrett said.

“Work wise everything is on a desk in the apartment and I’m great at planning classes. It’s the rest of my life where it falls apart. For instance, my running kit from yesterday…well there’s a large chance I threw that at the bottom of my bed and it hasn’t made itself to the bathroom hamper yet.”

“Are you telling me you’re a dirty girl?” Garrett winked.

“Maybe.” I winked back.

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