Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
He reaches into the saddlebag on his bike and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. My face sours as I watch him bring the pack to his mouth and use his lips to draw one out. He glances down at me and grins when he sees the look on my face.
“What?”
“That’s a disgusting habit, you know. It’s dirty.”
His brows arch in amusement. “Yeah? How about fucking strangers in alleyways?”
I blush fiercely, but when I see him put the cigarette back in the pack and toss it back in his bag, I grin. He turns back to me, and when he leans down and tilts my head up with two fingers under my chin, I moan as his lips find mine.
“Give me your number.”
I pull away, blushing and I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. I eye him, but slowly, I shake my head.
“Uh-uh. No.”
He grins.
“Yeah? Why not.”
“I don’t—I mean, I never do this.”
“Do what.”
The heat blooms in my face.
“One-night stands.”
I lean and kiss him softly before I pull away. Part of me stings when I do, but the rest of me already has its mind made up. As gorgeous and as mysterious as he is, and as fucking amazing as that just was, this was a one-time thing.
My first one-time thing, but a one-time thing nonetheless.
I stand, taking a shaking breath and smoothing out my skirt. I blush as I adjust my panties, feeling his hot cum soaking into them right against my pussy. He stands too, and when I turn to look at him, I shiver at the intensity in those blue eyes.
“So let’s make it not a one night thing.”
I blush, raking my teeth over my lip.
“I—” I shake my head, swallowing. “I have to go.”
He says nothing as I pull close to him, tilt my head up, and kiss him softly. He growls quietly, his hands sliding over me and pushing down to cup my ass through my skirt.
Slowly, we come apart, and I start to back away back up to the main street, my eyes never leaving his.
“Tonight was…”
I blush furiously.
“Nice to meet you, stranger.”
The slightest hint of a smile teases those gorgeous lips, and when he folds his tattooed arms over his broad chest and leans back against his bike like the hottest James Dean fantasy in the world, I regret every single step that pulls me away from him.
But, c’mon. This is the definition of a one-time thing.
“Nice to meet you too,” he growls, his eyes burning into me.
“See you around, stranger.”
* * *
There’s a buzz in my veins and a spring in my step as I walk into work the next day. I know I’m grinning like, well, like I just got laid, but screw it.
All I know is, last night was amazing, and nothing is going to take the glow away from me today.
I get to the art room early to prepare some things for lessons today, since I was out so late last night. I organize my notes and go over the PowerPoint slides of the Impressionist paintings we’ll be going over today. I glance at the clock, still smiling as I see that I’ve got a few extra minutes to start tackling some projects before any students arrive.
My eyes land on the row of lockers at the back of the room that hold painting smocks and other “mess” clothes. Especially, at the box of papers sitting on top of the lockers that I’ve had a mental “deal with this” note about for months. I march back there, dragging a chair over and standing precariously on it in my heels—hey, it’s a lesson day—as I reach into the box and start pulling out crap.
The bell rings, and it’s not long before I hear the door open and students start to file in for first period.
“Morning Ms. Hayes.”
“Hey Professor.”
I smile, half turning and nodding at a few students as they filter in before turning back to the box and reaching for the last file folder of old papers.
“Hey, teach.”
I frown at the “teach” part, but I don’t turn around.
“Yes?”
“I’m supposed to give you this.”
I roll my eyes at the casual, almost cocky tone.
“I’m, uh… okay. Can you just put it on the desk? I’m a little tied up.”
“I’m supposed to give it to you.”
“Yeah, I get that,” I mutter.
“I’m your new student.”
I pause. Shit, that’s right. I vaguely recall the message about a new Winchester student arriving today.
“Right! Okay, you must need—”
I turn, and suddenly, the whole world tilts on its axis. My jaw drops, my eyes go wide, and my heart just stops for what feels like forever.
His eyes go wide—his sharp, gorgeous, piercing blue eyes—in recognition. And then slowly, just like I watched him do it before, his perfect lips pull into a cocky, smug smile.
And then I fall.
Literally.
The world spins, and gravity goes topsy-turvy before I suddenly find myself teetering on my heels and then tumbling right off the chair with a gasp.