Page 8 of Teacher's Pet

“Hey, you,” he murmurs, his dark eyes twinkling. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I smile. “How did it go?” I ask, referring to his job interview. That was why he’d flown in today, instead of last night with me.

He shrugs. “I’ll find out for sure next week, but I have a good feeling about it.”

“They’d be silly not to employ the best teacher I’ve ever met,” I murmur. I lean up and kiss him again, my lips pressing against his. He chuckles and stares at me with those big brown eyes.

“No offence, Darcy, but they may think your opinion is a little biased.”

“Pfft,” I say, dismissing his comment. “If I thought you were a shit teacher, I’d tell you so.”

“Really?” he laughs. “I don’t remember you paying all that much attention in my class in the first place.”

“I focused on what I needed to,” I grin, raising my eyebrows suggestively. “Now, let’s get out of here.”

“You look wrecked,” Lennon says, leading me outside. “Don’t tell me you’ve been partying without me?”

I groan. “Trust me, it was all completely against my will. How bad would it be to bail on my own bachelorette party?”

He chuckles. “On a scale of one to ten? Fifty.”

I groan again and bury my face in his chest. I breathe in and feel giddy. God, it’s only been two days and I’ve missed that smell so much. I’ve missed him so much. Everything about him intoxicates me. He takes my hand and entwines his fingers in mine, leading me through the parking lot.

“What has Rick got planned for you?” I ask, suddenly realizing I have no idea what his own plans are for the night, and seeing as it’s Rick who’s arranged it, I probably should be concerned—very concerned.

“With Rick, who knows?” he chuckles, echoing my thoughts. “But don’t worry, I’ll be good. I promise. Especially with the other guys not being there to egg me on.”

“Right,” I nod slowly, still confused as to why he’s having his bachelor party tonight and not when the guys arrive. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to have it when Gary and the others get here?”

“That would mean the night before the wedding,” he explains. “And knowing Rick, I’d end up in the middle of the ocean, naked, tied onto a raft. I just want to get this over with, so I can relax.”

I giggle at the thought of him naked, but he’s right. I wouldn’t put anything past Rick. Maybe having it tonight is the safer option. Besides, how much trouble can Rick get just the two of them and my dad into?

I’m still a little disappointed neither of my brothers were able to make the trip over, but Murray was in Mexico on a pre-arranged vacation with his buddies, and Chris couldn’t get the time off work due to the short notice. I push it out of my mind, knowing they’d both be here if they could’ve made it. Not everything is going to go the way I want it to, but the main thing is, we’re getting married.

“No strippers,” I warn him, not that I really think I have anything to worry about. He holds his hands up defensively.

“Do I need to make the same rule apply to you?” he teases.

“Oh, God, she would totally do that,” I say, cringing. The thought hadn’t even occurred to me, but if Cindy hasn’t organized a group of male strippers to embarrass me, I’d be shocked.

We reach the truck I’d rented on the far side of the parking lot and get inside. My skirt rides up as I climb into the driver’s seat and I catch him glancing at my thighs. With a growl, he pulls me across the bench seat and into his arms. My hand snakes over his thigh, brushing past his erection. I arch my eyebrow and stare at him.

“What?” he shrugs, his eyes sparkling. “It was a long flight and you’re looking hot, as always, especially when you get all worked up like you are.”

“I’ll show you worked up,” I grin. With a quick glance around the parking lot, I slide further across and straddle his lower thighs. I hitch up my skirt, glad I’d chosen to wear it instead of my jeans since I know he likes it so much.

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