Page 12 of Teach Me Your Ways

“I’m sorry!” he barked, eyes darting to the girl with the wet shirt.

“What are you sorry for?” I asked.

“For calling her a bitch,” the guy said.

“That’s right,” I told him. “There’s only one bitch here and that’s you.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

The woman gave him a dry stare like he was shit on the bottom of her shoe. “I’m sure you are—now.”

Felix stepped forward and poked the kid’s thigh with the bat. “Up.”

Lenny grabbed the other two by the backs of their necks like naughty kittens and marched them toward the door. I watched until they were all gone and then turned back to the woman.

“You okay?” I asked.

She looked down at herself, waterlogged and still catching her breath. “Yeah,” she said. “I’ve dealt with jerks like that before.”

I stepped closer. “You’re shivering.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re soaked.”

“I’ve been wetter.”

I didn’t know if she said it on purpose or if my brain was stuck in horny mode. Dr. Rios had gotten my motor running and I needed to get laid. That lace was practically tickling my cock. Well, not actually, but I could certainly imagine it doing exactly that. I loved lace. I loved black lace even more. If the panties matched?

I had to stop my thoughts. Already, my traitorous cock was stirring to life.

“Come on,” I said. “I’ll get you a towel. I might even have a spare shirt.”

“I’m fine,” she said.

“You’re displaying a little more than I think you want to be,” I said.

She looked down again and immediately stretched an arm across her boobs. “Great.”

We headed through the back hall. I unlocked the office and pushed the door open for her.

“Don’t judge,” I said. “We’re both busy and paperwork is not something either of us likes to mess with.”

I walked into the attached bathroom and cringed. It was a guy bathroom. Nothing frilly or pretty. I snatched one of the towels and took it back to her. “You can go in there if you want to clean up the beer,” I said. “I’ve got a new box of merch.”

“Merch?” she asked.

“Shirts. Advertising.”

“Oh.”

I dug into the box full of merch and pulled out a shirt. I checked the size and handed it to her. “This should fit.”

She held it up and raised one eyebrow. “‘The Library Likes Them Stacked?’”

I winced. “My co-owner had just gone through a divorce. He was going through a phase.”

She laughed and shook her head. “You’re the owner?”