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Laughter erupts through the class, followed by some hoots and cheers from the ever so mature boys. Dickheads.
“Actually, I heard there are health benefits from drinking mickey juice.” Alex Houser, the dopey little shit, adds, causing more laughter.
Fucking hell.
“Quieten down. No more lessons unless I’m teaching them.” I yell over the laughter, which lessens at the sound of my voice.
“You’re right, Alex.” Rhys stands up and turns to face the class. “Vaginas carry probiotics, which we all know are good for us.”
“That’s enough, Miss George. Sit down, please.” I call from my desk where I’m now standing.
“But the real health benefit is for the ladies. If you fellas pop in for a drink, and you drink properly, she will have an orgasm.”
“Rhys!” I yell, and still, she ignores me.
“And the endorphins, dopamine and oxytocin that the orgasm produces can benefit her mental and physical health.”
“Rhys George! That is enough!” I yell, moving around my desk.
“If your girl is in a bad mood, making her come will put her in a good mood.”
“Rhys!” I boom right next to her, making her flinch. I fucking hate that I make her jump like that, but I need her to stop. I let her get away with too much, and now she is pushing the boundaries with unacceptable behaviour thatnoteacher wouldevertolerate. “Leave this class right now!”
Her eyes widen as she looks at me, probably checking to see if I’m being serious. If I don’t act on this, it will be obvious that there is favouritism. I can’t risk that.
Slowly, she turns her back on the class and gathers up her books. I don’t miss the way her hand trembles, either.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I hate this! I hate that I have to treat her this way, but seriously, does she expect menotto react?
No, of course she doesn’t expect that. She knew damn well I would react to this—her way of lashing out, perhaps for me divulging the video information to her mum.
With her books pressed to her chest, she slowly glances up at me again, her eyes dark with their own anger.
“Wait for me out in the hall, please, Miss George.”
“Sure. No problem,Mr Foster.”
Her tone is sarcastic and clipped, and she turns her back, walking past the other students. Her friend Tillie mouths asorryas she passes by, and I see Rhys blow her a kiss before she turns back in search of someone.
“Oh, and Alex. Giving your girl an O can also help with period pain, so don’t rule out blood sports.”
The class erupts in laughter, and Rhys grins, but it falls into a glare when she looks back at me. Then she leaves.
I’m furious. Kitten is really testing me out today. She’s acting her age, which is a slap in the face reminder to me that I’m playing with fire.
I let her sweat it out in the hall for a few minutes while I calm the class back down and then reluctantly pop outside the door, pulling it shut. She doesn’t look at me when I join her. Her back pressed against the wall, one foot resting back on the plaster surface.
“What the fuck was that?” I hiss between clenched teeth, keeping my voice quiet. All I need now is for someone to overhear this conversation. Wouldn’t that just be fucking great!
“It’s called teaching. You should try it sometime.” She glares at me now, her dark eyes turning to slits. “What happened to your face?”
“You can’t do that, Kitten. You would never do something like that in any other class. Doing it in mine will raise questions. I can’t be seen to allow that behaviour. I would never let another student do that, so I can’t allow you.”
“Don’t call me Kitten.”
Ouch. That hurt more than I thought it would. I’m not sure I like an angry Kitten.
“Why not? Are you not my Kitten?” I whisper, and she rolls her eyes.
