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But I don’t believe her. She’s played hot, hot, hot since she walked into my class on orientation day. “Bullshit.” The word is out of my mouth before I can stop it. All pretense of professionalism leaves my body with one single word.
Danielle gets up and glares across the expanse between us. Six feet is all that separates us. “Why don’t you want me in your class anymore?” She asks with a challenging tone. The knit of her eyebrows tells me that this isn’t a joke. She is genuinely upset.
But if she isn’t going to back down, neither will I. “You kissed me,” I remind her.
“You liked it.” She scores a point of her own.
I cross my arms over my chest out of frustration. “Your father is the Principal, Danielle.”
Her tongue runs across her teeth beneath her lips. “Dani,” she corrects. “You must be on really great terms with my father, Mr. Pelham. Considering the two of you chatted the other day about removing me from my TA position.”
So that’s what this is about. She’s upset that I went over her head and talked to the Principal. “I spoke to him as a boss to an employee, nothing more. I didn’t tell him what happened.”
“Clearly,” she responds dryly. “Or else you’d be out of a job, and I’d be in trouble.”
I doubt I’d be fired, especially if I told the Principal my side of the story. His daughter has been aggressively pursuing me, not the other way around. I might be on probation while an investigation took place, but I certainly wouldn’t be fired without question. “I like my job, Dani. I love what I do, and I don’t want to lose that.”
She tilts her head to the right, the crease of her brow deepening as she surveys me from head to toe. “But youareinterested in me,” Danielle accurately surmises.
What am I supposed to tell her? Yes? No? That I’ve memorized every detail of her face and that her curves are imprinted on my brain? That seeing her fills my stomach with butterflies? That she makes me feel young again? That she gives me hope that I might find love after all? “Do you know what you’re doing?” I bark at her. “Do you know how dangerous this game is?”
Danielle’s mask of fury grows with my attitude. “This isn’t a game to me.”
“You sure treat it like one,” I snap back. “You tease me like I’m a dog.” A student walks past my classroom door, and I hold my breath, afraid that if I exhale, the doorknob will twist open, and the moment will be lost. But the girl keeps walking, never failing to hesitate in her forward travels.
“I needed to make sure you were interested,” she insists in a petulant tone. Her body language matches mine; arms crossed over her chest while she directs her eye contact toward the ground. “If you weren’t, I couldn’t have done what I did. You would surely have gone to HR or my father, and this would all have been for not.”
Me and my stupid male response to a pretty woman. “Dani,” I begin sternly, but she doesn’t look up. Instead, I see her bottom lip poke out into a pout. Frustration wears on me like a second skin. “Danielle.” Again, she doesn’t change position. Her chin is planted on her chest, and I swear she’s intentionally being a brat.
The little voice in my head tells me that this is my last chance to let it go. If I tell her to get out of here and leave me alone, I’ll break the last connection she has to me. But it’s half intrigue, half lust, that leads me to step forward.
I have avoided her since the moment I saw her. I could tell she had a crush, and I was afraid to pursue it. But every inch lost between us is an inch in a new direction. An inch closer to the scent of her shampoo, vanilla mixed with honey. An inch closer to her face, a small, silvery scar now evident on the curve of her chin. An inch closer to touching her, soft skin calling out to me like a siren. “Danielle, this has nothing to do with my interest in you and everything to do with our relationship with one another. You are a student.”
“I’m not your student,” she says childishly. Her tone irritates me to the core.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re stillastudent,” I explain. “And you’re the Principal’s daughter. Pursuing you even a day before you graduate is asking for trouble.”
Danielle’s chest rises. “Am I not worth the trouble?”
It’s a lapse in judgment, but I reach forward to grab her by the chin and force her to look at me. “When I speak to you, I want to know you’re listening.” She shudders. “Do you have a clue what you’re doing right now?”
She shakes her head, no, her chin moving from left to right in my hand. “I’ve never done this before,” Danielle swears. “I’ve never doneanythingbefore.”
The way she emphasizesanythingmakes me do a double take.Don’t ask,the little voice in my head begs,just let it go. But I can’t. “What do you mean, anything?”
Her lips part, and her tongue comes out to slide across them in a way that makes me uncomfortably hard. “I want you, Mr. Pelham.”
“That’s not what I asked,” I shift my weight from one foot to the other.
Her hand comes up to grab my wrist. Her dainty little fingers wrap around my tattooed skin, and she tilts her head down to brush her lips against my hand. “I’m a virgin, and I’ve been saving myself for you. I want you to be the one to deflower me.”
I choke on my spit. “You fuckingwhat?” I growl.
She looks up at me through thick eyelashes, the kind of way you want a woman to look at you when she has her lips wrapped around your cock. “I saved myself for you, Mr. Pelham.”
Christ. I need to get out of here. There are too many witnesses in this building. If she says anything else, if she keeps looking at me that way, I’m going to give her what she wants right here on this flimsy, old-ass desk. “Leave,” I mumble to her. “I-I can’t talk about this right now.”
My dick is uncomfortable. It stretches out the elastic in my briefs and makes a mold of my cock in the khaki pants I’ve got in. I don’t bother to hide it when I step away from Danielle; she must know what she’s doing.
