Page 21 of Playing By Their Rules

“No,” he says after a moment’s consideration. “Let them. This is the second time.”

“The second time? Why didn’t you tell me? This is what was up your ass last weekend, isn’t it?”

He nods. “She’s doing it to get a rise out of us, don’t you see? This is all on purpose. The schoolgirl outfit, the lollipop. Little brat is trying to push us.”

“She’s trying to force our domination.”

“Yep.”

“Well,” I say, “let her try. She’s our student and we aren’t going there.”

He rubs a hand over his whiskers and frowns like he doesn’t agree, but deep down, I know he does. We have rules for a reason. Me, so I don’t turn into an abusive prick like my old man. Him, because of the shit his first love put him through.

Footsteps move down the hallway, and our little girl is gone, I’m sure of it.

Chance peeks out the door and nods. “They just left. Come look.”

I don’t know what he could possibly want to show me, but I get up and follow him into the empty classroom next to his office.

He points at the floor near the wall.

“Are those her underwear?” I ask, taking long strides to give them a closer look.

“She left a pair here that last time, too.”

“Well.” I swoop down and scoop up the undergarment, stuffing the lacy fabric into my pocket. “Finders keepers.”

When I stand, Chance is gazing impassively at me.

“You’re just as perverted as I am,” I say. “Don’t judge me, asshole.”

“I’m not,” he says, shaking his head and smiling. “It’s just, last time, I did the same fucking thing. Have fun with those.”

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Maisie

Bradley and I walk out of Gladius Hall, defeated. Five minutes ago, I was trying to achieve a goal, and I failed. It wasn’t half as fun as Bradley and I had been hoping. We thumped around and fake-moaned for at least ten minutes, but nothing. No angry-face grumpy-pants professor storming in and ordering us to leave.

Why didn’t Chance come over to break it up? I know he was in his office. I could hear him in there. He was talking.

Was he talking to Ethan?

I’d pressed my ear against the wall and heard the low murmur of male voices. Their words were too muffled for me to make out. That was Ethan’s low rumble, though—I’d know it anywhere. It’s a voice that could make my pussy wet with a single syllable.

But Bradley’s and my fake sex wasn’t too quiet for them to hear. I had grinned at the thought of them listening. They should have stopped us, though. Why didn’t they come in?

I linger on the steps of Gladius until Bradley taps my arm. “My dude. We should go.”

Pointing to the building, I say, “He’s in there. I think both of them are. Why didn’t they come in to break us up?”

He gives me a shrug and says, “I don’t know.”

I wish I could hear what they’re talking about, but there’s no way, not without going back into the hall and listening at Chance’s office door…and I think I crossed enough boundaries today.

Last time, Bradley and I ran down the hall, laughing at our own audacity. Now, though, I feel like a meek, misbehaving child.

Because that’s what this is—childish.

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