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As I approach her, our height difference becomes starker. She’s not a tiny thing, but she’s small. And I’m not just tall, I’m a fucking monster.
My six-foot-four height could swallow her whole as I shadow over her. I cross my arms over my chest to avoid grabbing her shirt and ripping all the buttons off. She’s toying with me, trying to make herself look innocent, widening her eyes as she flutters her lashes and looks at me from under them.
“Did you get Claire to do your homework?”
She pouts and her features twist into a sorry face. “What if I did, Sir?” She takes a deep breath, pushing her generous boobs against my stomach and sighing. “How can I make it up to you?”
I have to stop the smile that wants to spread on my lips when I understand she’s trying to get me in trouble. I might have been fantasizing about Haley Stewart, but I can’t act on it. I’m not a total idiot. Playing with her is easier, harmless—for me at least—and I can’t get caught.
But she wants me to take it a step further. She wants to get rid of me because I humiliated her in front of the girls who fear her and respect her.
I could play with that.
I could see how far she’s willing to take it.
“Stand in front of my desk, Miss Stewart,” I say in a simple tone. I sit on my chair and spread my legs, relaxing against the back of it.
She does as she’s told, confirming that she is trying to fool me into losing myself in her.
“You can tell me the truth.” I give her a pointed look, silently adding that I don’t mean the homework. “Or you can suffer the consequences.”
She keeps the act going, smiling innocently. “I did it, Sir. I asked Claire to do my homework because I hate doing it. I’ve been bad, Sir.”
Every time she adds Sir at the end of her sentence, my cock twitches. She knows what she’s doing, and I shift in my seat. I look away from her, trying my best not to lose my focus, and catch her pencil case on her desk right behind her.
The lens of a phone is popping out, pointing at me.
Oh, the little minx. She is really good at this.
Not betraying that I now know exactly what she’s up to, I tell her. “Unbutton your shirt.” I don’t raise my voice, and I don’t use a stern tone. I keep my order simple and soft.
Mischief sparks in her eyes but she does her best to keep her innocent look as she pops open the first button of her shirt.
She looks at me for approval, faking the sweet virgin act so well I could almost believe it.
She stops on the second button, waiting for me.
“All of them, Miss Stewart.” I nod at her, and she keeps going.
“Good girl.” A small smile tips at the corner of my lips and I take my time to appreciate the curve of her breasts and her small waist. Her olive skin accentuates how toned she is, and I want to grab her and bend her over my desk.
Each thing in its own time.
She’s got what’s coming for her.
“What are you going to do, Mr. Hayes?” She fakes a tremble in her voice, and I have to run a hand across my mouth to stop myself from smiling. I could almost believe she truly thinks she’s in trouble. The way she uses my name on repeat to make sure it’s in the video in case it doesn’t catch my face is smart.
She is incredibly cunning.
I bring my index finger to my lips. “Don’t talk. Not unless you’re talked to.”
If I want to stay sane, I can’t listen to her breathy voice and the way she’s trying to lure me into temptation. I will have my way with Haley the same I’ve always had with any other woman. We will do things in my own time, and she will regret trying to get me back in jail.
“You’re wearing your skirt particularly short today,” I tell her. “Why don’t you turn around and bend over your desk. Show me what’s hiding under there.”
She does so, silently this time. I notice the way her thigh muscles are taut as she bends over and shows me the panties I caught her smuggling in yesterday.
“Mm, red lace. Where could you possibly have gotten hold of these?”
