Page 77 of Tantalizing Kings

“Like what?” I ask, stepping closer to her. She doesn’t move away, so I chance it until I’m towering over her. My hands itch to touch her. But I don’t. I’ve been coming on strong lately and I don’t want to scare her away.

But after opening up the other night, admitting to her that she’s mine, it’s hard to act like it didn’t happen. Frankly, I’m glad I said something.

My mother said I need to be on my best behavior until I’m no longer her teacher, but that’s not happening. Hell, I’ll be surprised if she leaves here without me kissing her.

Fuck, I really wanna kiss her right now. Her lips part as her eyes widen. She looks up at me and swallows hard.

“Like you want to eat me or something,” she whispers.

My cock twitches at the thought. “Oh, baby girl, but I do. So very much.”

Her breathing picks up, and I’m about to say fuck it and kiss her tempting lips when my mom steps into the hallway. “Supper’s ready.”

Sadie jerks back like she's been shocked and takes off toward the kitchen. “Coming.”

I close my eyes and suck in a few deep breaths. This is going to be one long supper.

“SO, SADIE, HOW AREyou liking school?” my mom asks her. We’re all seated at the table, and our moms have spent the last ten minutes talking about girly shit.

My eyes have been on my girl the whole time. She’s been on her phone, trying to act like my presence has no effect on her.

“Sorry, what?” Sadie’s head snaps up as she places her phone on the table.

“Sadie, don’t be rude. Put your phone away,” Erin scolds.

“Sorry,” Sadie tells my mom. “You two were talking, I was just passing the time.”

“You could have talked to Collin. I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on.”

“Yeah, Sadie. Don’t be shy. You can talk to me. I don’t bite.” But the wolfish grin I give her suggests I very much do.

Sadie rolls her eyes, but I see a small smile on her face. “Carol asked how you’re liking school,” Erin repeats.

“It’s good.” Sadie smiles. “My friends and I have a few classes together, but otherwise I’m on my own for the most part. But I love all my classes.”

“That's good. Join any new clubs?” Mom asks.

“No.” Sadie shakes her head. “Not really into clubs.”

“Oh?” I perk up. “You're not?”

Sadie gives me a warning look. Her mother must not know about her involvement with the Host Club. I’m not surprised. The deal she has with them is not something you’d want your mom to know about.

“No.” Sadie swallows hard.

“Too bad. There’s some pretty good clubs to choose from. I even supervise one.”

“You do?” Erin asks. “Which one?”

“The Host Club.” I’m not surprised by the look on Erin’s face. A lot of people look down on the club. A lot of people are convinced it’s one big high-end escort service.

We’re not. Some of the clients are girls who—while they have money—don’t have a lot of friends, or aren’t very big in the guy department, so the Host Club gives them some social interaction. The other half are women who are after power and money. The men of the Host Club have that.

They think that if they can get close enough to one of the members, they can win them over and lock them down.

It’s pointless. While not everyone in our lifestyle are practically sold off at birth to be married to someone they have no say in, the men in the Host Club are.

But they think they can be the ones who make them break all the rules to be with them. It’s never going to happen.

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